thursday night brigade

sun stretches longer now
begging to be kissed back

setting a little before 8
lingering in fine folds of skin

contact points draw further

melt into that not always stark box
neat square ‘single’

before leaving the house
personas’ are drawn
sorts that wear too short
skirts, alleviate boredom.

avoiding eye contact, fundamental.
fabricating his/story, fundamental.
laughing off compliments, delightfully fundamental.

peripheral listening and dry humour
float the evening further
when singles turn to doubles
nothing but the dance floor gets
attn

attn: straddling dirties in dark corners then purging in the bathroom is not recommended

if only someone had a megaphone or a business card to spread the warning. a place like this ought to communicate this prayer by osmosis.

incessant dance pyramids w/ beautiful women
laughing, touching, indifferent to gazes

tracks from three years ago, t.o., repeat. poorly mixed, just as the drinks. but who cares?
it’s 3 and there’s no going back. recycled convos circle
i’m cared out, a sack of potatoes
at least my feet won’t get snowy.

mornings culminate w/ cabbies that are never
remembered
who paid?