you've got my attention, baby

“another hit, cap’n.”

“calm down,” he said and poured blood red wine onto my glass.

“don’t tell me to calm down!” and I raised my glass
over my face and poured the drink into my open gaping mouth.

***
on 17th st., I saw her walking down
the street and I smoked a
cigarette for
the two of us.

***

“wow. what a nice apartment. do you live alone in here,” some whore said as
I lit the apartment living room with some fucking
light.

I said nothing.

she continued with her fucking awe-gazing and walked into the kitchen area
and poured herself a glass of whiskey and me a glass of
red wine
and came back,
still awe-gazing.

“oh, GOD! you have it all in here! I’m surprised you even write when you have so much around you.”

I’m amazed myself, I thought.

she handed me my drink and I
looked at her sit
and she looked at me
drink and
we smiled.

***
where’s the dignity in sex anyway?
is there
such a fucking
thing
anymore?

I have a girlfriend
and yet
here
fucking some
fucking whore
in hope to find some fucking home in this
wreckage of this whore’s legs.

I reach for the alarm clock and turn it off and finish my fifth glass of wine and look over my shoulder to
see that whore’s
face
and she
looks just as beautiful as
a million
girlfriends
crying …