2.15.2007

{no.}

the way your mouth folds
when you say no
is so secretly enticing

the drunks meander
they plod down town
up the street stumbling.
i can't tell if it's endearing
but i know i like it.

i remember names.
and i have visions.
alcohol eventually makes you
lean across the bar
{in subconscious
desperations maybe}
or slide under.

i love the handsome men.
i'd like to be their friends
and see their naked backs.
but
i'm too shy to whistle
and too afraid to strip.

when
they're drunk
their lips are swollen
necks hang
sophistication is a constant
challenge.

the way a face is put together,
all the facets gathering
never ceases to enchant me.

let's be ghosts together
because of my mind supposedly
i seek in
soulmates
and
i'd like you to know who i am
and all that i stand for.
you won't meet anyone
who loves like me.

i'm a drunk when i can't love.
because i need something
to be dedicated to.

and for some strange reason
that brings me hope.

1 comment:

nine said...

so good i read it twice straight through.