Give me a FUCK!!
Cheerleader screams
I take her picture and leave your caption beneath
My Debauchery Fantasy
I color her in with a blue crayon
And drink

You sleep
White whine
Disillusion infusion
My dreamer’s soul and your paranoia
It could work out in time

You said you’d run the machine shop
While I stayed home writing poetry
I said I’d make more of my time
And likely more money
Sucking donkey nuts in a Tijuana show
Because sex sells
One body to another body

You waited tables
I fixed copy machines and brewed coffee
So that the really important people
Could talk amongst themselves
I figured sooner or later
The dreamer within us would die
And we’d get comfortable
With the nothingness of our lives

I’m still waiting
For that.

Erin Reardon