wonderlust : part II

so i woke up in a room
the walls covered in strange
postesr
and girl curled up against the wall

clearly sleeping
and this clealry wa'snt
my bed

i woek her up
and offred to make us
some drinks
she incilnedd my offer
and i mixed frozen chaep vodka
with grendaine syrupand some
leftouver fruti juice she had
int he fridge

"this whole ufcking thing"
i say
"its gettitn mmore and more unorignial..
i come ove r here, we talk, get to busienss
things egt intens e i wake up
you wake up"

"il ove it "!
she tlells me
"i justa bsolutely LOVE it"

"i gra b the radio and put on the lcoal
classical station"

"turn of this garbage, i wanna DANCE"
she was never one to be original
"i wanna go out, have fun..
dammit matt i wanna just DANCE"

"dammit woman"
i tel her
"when a man cant fi nd his peace
in a clam little apartment on the east side
listening to mozart
he ddamn well aint gonna get it
hanging out at fraternity housess
and listenning to lady ghaga"

she pouted for 5 mintuse
and when i finished my drink
i fucked her into a freanzy
and i rolled off
and smokeed a cigarette
out her window by
heer bed as to not set off hte fire alarm
and she cur led her warm body onto mine
and she said in a whiseper in my ear

"youre right, fuck dancing"
and she wiggled into a comforatable position

i laughed
thinking
damn
do they not know
waht they want

a few drinks on the counter

i ran into a lady from a while back tonight
some flashbacks of a night a couple months
back
where i met her
as much as i dont remember speaking much to
her i remember
an attitude
like every girl trying to
"break the mold"
she is the perfect hybrid
of cosmo-reader
and punk rocker

a style of
girl
i know all too well
those girls always fuck the best

the crazzy ones alwyas do

half a bottle of wine
two shots of scotch
and into chopins nocture
c sharp
minor

and i think back
my buddy was a lucky man to miss that bullet
but he probably
missde an excellent fuck

he didnt have enuogh aggression
for that one
for when you ring a barracuda
you gotta pull on er haredr
than it pullls on you
or youll never get er in.

bad habits

american girl

i met a girl for lunch
with big lips
a fake tans
and small breasts

we talked about her nagging mother
and all the work she has to do
before she graduates college

shes going to make it
shes tells me
shes going to really make it
the lights, the cameras, the money
she tells me that men like me
men like me
we are just a dime a dozen
she says

i finish my sandwich
and before i leave
i say
'thanks to television
and the internet, babe, girls
like you aint worth the dime"

i rode the bus back
to the apartment
of my buddy's
where i stay
and met a fat chick

i talked to her a while
she was nice
she had class
sometimes it takes a chip
on your shoulder
to treat a man
with some respect.

for all the time, misery, and money

youd think
there was
more than just
a hole
between those
beautiful legs

a taste of what was

i walked into my new job
sunday morning
a little less pay
same pack of cigarettes, zippo
and torn flannel

the women come and go in the night
and im left with a bottle
of 100 proof whiskey
with
just enough
left in the bottle
to guide me to the next one

the other night
i met a nice girl in the bar
her name was kate
a little tall
for my taste
but nice
truly nice

and goD only knows what she was
doing in that bar
for it only takes
a few nights
for those low lights
and high spirits
to eat whats
left
of your
soul

i woke up next to her
curled up into my side
the next morning
with her cat walking up
my naked leg

i wasnt ready for shit like this
i thought
domestication
but im gettin damn close
i tell myself
as i slipped out of the covers
slowly

she wasnt ready for a
guy like me
just yet

hopefully she
would pick a new bar.