twirling my shot glass

as a woman shoves

a dildo up her cunt

just inches from my face

i cant help thinking

 

the cause

of all my drinking

 

thinking

about your cunt

that ill never see

again

and your legs

and world class

ass

and that slope

where collarbone

turns into breast

which we never came

up with a name

for

 

now its

merely

for the worms

and maggots

and other detritus feeders

that wait for your death

 

and the average wonder

or dont

why they havent bothered

to fall down

or drag the razor

across the corotid

during the morning shave

or rush hour

or summer season repeats

while their wives masturbate

in other rooms

and other lives

to soap operas

and men who remember

what a rose can do

and i remember

how you told me

I COULD HAVE TOLD

YOU I LOVE YOU

WEEKS AGO

WHEN YOU TOOK THE LONG

WAY TO MY PLACE

JUST SO

WE COULD TALK

MORE

 

and the scotch

doesnt taste

any better

but

at least i can fall

asleep

while the children are starving

and the elderly are dying

and worse

forgotten

 

and worse

ill be jerking myself

inside

out

for the rest of my life

 

 

because i didnt take

a long enough way

to your place

 

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