she was vicious
in an unconscious drunken monkey kind of way
someone that cute and intelligent develops edges
sharp and fuzzy depending on the direction of the rub
she made eyes from a while away
like she was looking for trouble
she sauntered a gauntlet of sycophants
towards me
and said hi and her name
we looked at each other a lot
and with her superwoman heat vision
she lit little fires across the landscape of my psyche
she nursed red wine and struggled
under the weight of important things to say
i shouldered as much of her burden as i could
but even in the silken rasp of her drunk hoarse rambling
i found distaste for such quixotic sisyphyxions
amongst other noirish apparatus:
her cock-blocking companion,
an escapee from crystal meth country
sweating profusely
threw flimsy walls in our way
but she burned through them with bloodshot eyes
she shouted them down with vagabond melodies bellowed from the bathroom
when i left she said she loved me
or that i was lovely
whichever it was, there was urgency in it
but there's always urgency at closing time,
like the whole world is about to shut down
and you haven't found a skirt to crawl under
and ride it out
