Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Or Even Whispered



How long has it been since I’ve felt you wriggle beneath me

I flipped through my Poloroids of the Toynbee tiles

Washed down my pills with some lukewarm sazerac

Realized I was never going to be the one whose name you cried out

Or even whispered

I could have done with a lap dance before you left

Not that I deserved it

Instead I just put on that Spalding Gray bit

Where he’s talking about interviewing people who claim to have been abducted by UFOs

And reached for the glass but didn’t reach far enough

Or reached too far in the wrong direction

And wondered if I was ever going to have my shit together enough

To make anyone fucking happy

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