What we did at the bar was dumb--(the floppy dancing and the singing,
the sloppy kissing then the fingering.)
I went outside
After learning your little name;
the sky in its Eeyore-gray,
was more interesting
than any stupid words you had to say.
You followed me out--
Mumbling something with your gin-laden mouth,
About small dippers and major bears;
While your salty fingers flailed about,
Making a poor man’s classroom of the starry sky.
I settled on Capricorn
when you wanted me to guess your goddamn sign...
No? Maybe Leo? Is Cancer streaming within?
It was definitely worming its way
In this conversation
So, I headed to the knotty-pine walls of the bar
To drink more gin
But before I got inside,
Other creepies emerged from your mouth,
Closed-minded creepies creeping about--
Keep those little creepers out!
Yet, you held them so close while outside,
Kissed them and offer them a ride.
Your fledgling world trumped
the tiny bit left of your flickering light.
Your mouth was, indeed, so stupid that night.
Why did I keep you around after that?
Watching you visibly molest
your ignorant creepers
In...
Plain...
Sight…