i’m not going to fuck you
awkwardly, anonymously in the dark
ply me with red wine and pink tulips
the dictionary is open to the
french equivalent of the rebel yell
and i give it as you walk out the door
i’ve shaken off the cobwebs in my mind
and found the clarity i was looking for
six years and 1200 miles ago
while smoking a cigarette and
doing a sunday crossword in the
back of a beater car
perhaps i’ve used that phrase before
someone is reading this and
drawing false conclusions while
you remain blissfully unaware
at the bottom of a glass of cheap beer
