i don’t write checks cause i can’t remember the date

most sensible people are asleep right now

here i am again

so far into the whiskey

all i can think about is gin

 

made love to some beautiful girl

from india i think

could kiss as well

as she could drink

 

she kicked me to the curb

faster than i could think

of a reason i needed to leave

 

i stopped at an asian restaurant

and bought a 22 ounce bottle

of sapporo beer

went outside to their

smoking area

lit a smoke

read the sign

“no alcohol beyond this point”

 

and i was gone

faster than i had previously

been kicked to the curb

the smell of her still lingering

on my flesh

 

when i first kissed her

she said, “you’re so bad”

i whispered,

“you have no idea”

 

i know she knows i have a family

as she knows i know so does she

 

but she knows nothing about

my adventures with concrete

and steel

and the books i’ve written about it

 

but right now

i’m back on the dark streets of decay

it’s late

and i’m wasted

guilt is for guppies

 

there is nothing beyond

this moment

and the memory

of the passion of her kiss

 

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