Head Fuck Migraine
the condom stuffed up my ass,
the fact I’m handcuffed
to a motel bedpost
and that there are enough pills
strewn about me to fill a sky full of rainbows,
all while my triple-stacked raging hard-on
is beginning to hurt
says it all.
I had one hell of a
no holds bar
never looking back
wild fucking ride
of a night,
but that’s not what concerns me.
It’s the whore’s head
still attached to my dick
and separated from her body
that has me alarmed
because this is the second time this has happened
in a week
and I am beginning to think
I have a drinking problem.
My phone remembers more of last night than I do
from a blend of blurry faces and bathroom floors
and a credit bar bill with a tab higher than I remember drinking
between the round of shots and my spiked lemonade
and the line of boys I was telling my name
and there were hands at my waist and lips at my neck
lost in a haze of drunken consent
Woke up in a Mini Cooper
Pondering the night's regret
Feeling guilty, feeling super
Strung-out drinking... Walker, wet
Pitiful and drunken stupor
But the girl I can’t forget
I think her name was something with a...
Maybe it was Juliette
I'd seen her in her satin shirt
This young, petite, long-haired brunette
Sprayed on denim jeans overt
My eyes to something less a threat
But when her eyes found mine to flirt
I know I broke out in a sweat
I introduced myself and she said...
Perhaps it was Bernadette
Drinking, dancing, flirting, glancing
At her slender silhouette
I'd considered refinancing
Going deeper into debt
For such a beauty so entrancing
Eyes like none I'd ever met
I'd watched her lips as she revealed
I'm positive it was Jeanette
We drank a toast and danced engrossed
And I would make a bet
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Would pine for this coquette
She would banter, I'd riposte
Each other we'd abet
No question, I would not forget her
I think her name was Antoinette?
The fire alarm caught someone chancing
Careless with a cigarette
And sprinklers rained on our romancing
We stayed there while others set
To dash away while we kept dancing
Silky smooth and soaking wet
In her hand a Johnny Walker
In my arms I held... Paulette?
Ushers ushered us outside
Breaking up our sweet duet
Her rushing friends rushed in and pried
Our hands apart and seemed upset
That we would stop and stay inside
And cause their blushing cheeks to fret
And so without a goodnight kiss
I said a sweet goodbye to umm... Collette?
With nothing left for me to do
I wandered, pondered, wondered yet
I strove to know the name I knew
The girl I know I’ll not forget
I ordered a drink at the bar I'd come to
Only name I recalled: Johnny Walker... wet
And wound up in a Mini Cooper
Thinking ’bout the girl I can’t forget
Ah! It's Amy! Ha! 100% positive! It was Amy. Definitely Amy.
Picking Up The Pieces
I'd been back door bumming
For your love
Like a hyper, quivering beast...
I returned to the habits that secreted
Syncopation and peace
In a hopeless longing to descend;
Like the ragged remains of a drifter's husk
That had been repeatedly violated,
And discarded in an rush,
I took my leave in vain...
What seems fictional supersedes the actual
Coming in and out like some unmentioned disguised
Condition of distaste...
My stomach yearns a frequent pumping...
The lump inside your throat
Like tin cans
Down an artery of roads
To seize a frozen instant kiss...
What once was glanced in
By cunning eyes remains
So cruelly dismissed and roped off...
Sentenced to a dismal rain ...
A sanctuary for loose soul...
Over the side-lines
Of what's tame...
We crooned and crashed upon
Like windswept drift wood;
The wind had tossed away
Our tinkered placement...