March 24, 2009

One Night Only

We sweat,
crushed together,
slicked fish in a can,
hurled against the rails
like protesters or refugees -

- this is the front row -
- God's country -

the girl next to me
is on her tenth orgasm

she shrieks,
pounds my arm,
grabs my hand -

- OH MY GOD, HE'S SO HOT! -

someone spills beer on me

"He's hung like a rabbit," I mumble
meanly
and of course, she doesn't hear me -

- WHAT? -

- NOTHING, NOTHING! -
(it was a year ago)
I smile broadly
she grins,

shrieks again -
number eleven -

later, I will puke
on her shoes.

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