carolyn

Carolyn told me she had better things to
do on the night of november 11th, 2012.

"I have better things to do, Seth, than
sit here and argue about how simple and irrational you're
being right now."

as we both took a hit from the same cigarette,
just off of pecan ave.,
we heard sirens
cats
dogs
the death of many
and the bringing of few.

"baby," I said. "please, let buy you another
drink. we can talk over bourbon."

Carolyn was a woman that loved her drinks
hard and her men
easy; the fact of the matter was,
i was neither easy nor hard.

i rested between the latter of the two,
which did not exist.

"alright," she said. "you're buying."

after we got out of my car
and entered the always charming bar
Phoenix
she sat and i sat
and she ordered her
drink and
i ordered
mine.

the bartender set them before us
and we watched the beheading of men
all around us.

as we did this,
we laughed and drank
like mad people
ready to
die.

and as we touched
skins
i'd swear
for a
moment
i was ready
to
die.