I should start being serious for a change
it’s not everyday that I get the chance to make my mark-
an eruption of countless warts- figuratively of course
they’ll remember even if they don’t want to,
like the stye that wouldn’t die despite surgical excision.
then there’s you
who wants to forget me
my girl, who did you fuck last night?
I know we agreed to stop seeing each other
but I would love to hear your stories, inside you.
I’ll be gone in a few weeks
all this talk of seriousness has condensed on me
like the cold sores you leave me with
eye sores for coke whores with daddy issues
I’ll be your daddy, I’ll even be your brother if it gets you wet.
Don’t slit my wrists yet
I can still manage a compliment some days
give me a hundred reasons to abandon my ways
and you know I won’t do it
you know I won’t even try.
I want a good fuck before I go
maybe a cigarette after that
I quit smoking, but I’ll bump the easy one without warning
and rum, I won’t settle for anything less
I want you to watch as I take shots off your breasts.
Wasted days that count down
quicker than your menstrual cycle
have left me wanting for time
I wouldn’t waste any differently,
Preparation is turning out to be quite a grinding ordeal
late nights, empty pipes, lungs dry and well past ripe
tendons screaming for respite, finger tips peeled
your tongue- lets me know it’s time to sleep
If I wasn’t serious, I’d be picking up where you left off.