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&maybe we
can’t be friends,
But how could I say no
It was 1 am
I was 4 drinks in,
Eating a cheap burrito
Subtly, I hid my chagrin,
& thought ‘away we go’
The room started to spin,
Did I mention I was 6 drinks in
The usual rigmarole.
A classic symptom of intoxication,
you know I drink and such
The situation, full of complication
I’m just a man needing your touch.
It wasn’t the sex;
I can get that from the next
It’s that juicy brain I’m after
The drinker’s rush-
my isolation hushed
Pages turn,
but no new chapter.
& yeah it’s strange,
To think I could have such range
‘I love You’,
Being the universal nomenclature
so maybe those words
Sink your ship like icebergs
Because my rough seas
will always be a factor.

Sunday chilled.

Cold out early A.M.
Loving the warmth
Of my blankets
I thought to call you,
Before I thought to brush my teeth
Or get out of bed.
‘Good Morning,’ you said.
You were on your way to school
But I was able to convince you otherwise
‘Be a good Christian and rest this Sabbath.’
You came over,
We chilled &smoked
Chair pulled up next to mine
We puffed &talked &beat the high score-
Sat in silence &it felt ok.
You kept your jacket on
Cause the furnace wasn’t working
But I was so happy to be rid of the summer heat
That I sat in shorts and a t-shirt
Feeling the morning breeze
And enjoying my high.
Just a lazy Sunday
Spent among friends
Still the moment lingers