Trouble with the decanters

At first you made me feel brave But now, without you I can’t stop shaking And aching, 2 parts tequila today and 1 part shame… Because at first you made me feel pretty Yet you never specified How much weight came with adorability and how unattractive I am with bloodshot eyes If I can’t remember my…

Veisalgia

The womanizer has a woman now The picky princess has a pliable prince The gold digger has his husband with endless pockets The serial monogamist just bought a new home that came with kids They stand in a circle around me Holding hands and looking down Wondering how I could still be sampling When the…

The thing about Lou

My neurotransmitters were on a cigarette break, this time. My inhibition had left a post it note on my brain that it was gone for the evening and not to wait up. My dopa-mine levels got a tattoo that read, “fuck waiting” the same day. Drink one and then drink two… It’s not my fault…

Under the table

With ten beers left of twelve I am motivated to accomplish all of my tasks with fervor… And I try to forget him and I swear, I am almost there- With eight beers left of twelve Every song I play reminds me of where I was when I heard it first and who my boyfriend…

Deadfall

Nothing goes away until Your mind escapes the mundane And you’re floating on micro waves Nothing stays the same unless Your body hates its place And you’re stuck in a stagnant state So when I am with you Every single thing moves Every single song woos Nothing needs to be the truth Because nothing goes…

Seeing double

He’s close to being good enough, we sing the exact tune He’s very nearly perfectly the kind I’d belong to He’s thoughtful and affectionate and seems to be smart His lips unfurl the sweetest kisses lapping up my heart But when my glass is empty and the smoke can’t keep me high I remember that I…

But I love you though…

I mean, I didn’t mean what I said. No seriously my bad. I mean, I’m sorry. I did a number on you didn’t I? That was not my intention. The thing is sometimes I get to thinking and then I start talking and after a few drinks, I’m just saying whatever pops into my imagination….

Disrespectful

Taking your last five That you had stashed for gas And lying to you About using it to get booze That I stuffed  in my purse and drank during communion Yesterday And now We are stranded On a two lane dusty freeway Holding a useless credit card With a zero balance because you bought internet…

Messy

Yes you’re here and you’re near dear and you’re queer and not in a gay way And you’re….cute and I like your boots and I’m bored and you’re local So I will fuck you, and just you, in body but not in mind, do you mind?

Borracha

Cement filled balloons for hands. Forgot your name, friend. The ceiling is on the floor. My bra is hanging out of the pizza box. Bloodshot Stomach. Bloated Eyes. Carpet burned knee caps. The pizza box is wearing vomit. Quarters in the toilet. What’s your name again? Driver’s license and 50 dollars unaccounted for. Empty bottles…