“Join the Game,”
Begs my pornographic heart,
Innocent mind gazing over that
Lithe body with braless back
And form-fitting black pants
I’m counting on wine
in a juice bottle
To break my
convictions soon
Someone should respect those
Who don’t respect themselves
It seems everyone is out tonight,
Trying to get a piece
Trying to get a little more soul
All around me,
Orgiastic thump of dance clubs
With sweaty, undulating bodies
begging to be invaded by
Another creature
I want to touch them so bad
Taste their sweat
Feel their bodies slide,
Frat boys scream and chase cars
Overfed dogs in heat
Looks obscene
But someone is attracted to that
I have yet to find a diamond in the rough
Thump
Thump
Thump
Wanna be my lover?
Asks the music
Spewing out like phlegm
From the bar across the street
Platinum
Inside,
Mindless people find tonight’s conquest
With some luck,
I’ll be my own conquest tonight
I walk past the posh hotel
Where famous people stay.
Through a window I see
umbrellas on the tables
around the indoor pool.
I escaped from friends,
To spare them from me
as I think myself to death,
I pass a woman
with head split by broken bottle
Police stand around asking questions,
She struggles to staunch the blood
Ambulance workers stand idly by.
She'll be out again tomorrow.
I’m about to go home
After a couple drinks in
Awful clubs with awful people,
Drowning one more sacred memory.
I meet Krazy Karl and friends skating to a party
I'm enticed with of more booze
I’ve been drinking for the last week straight
And it doesn’t look like it will end soon
Karl runs and leaps
at the cross of Main and Front
One foot lands on the hood
Of a white Beamer
Out jumps a slick,
Black-haired, rat-faced boy
His buddies are coming out as well
I don’t think they see us
“Doo yoo theenk eet’s good to jomp on mah ca’?”
Krak!
“Ees eet nice to jomp on mah ca’?”
Krak!
“Doo yoo theenk eet’s good to jomp on mah ca’?”
Krak!
Karl retaliates and drops the guy
“Man, I’m sorry,” Karl says,
“I’m drunk, I slipped, I’m sorry”
Faster than I can register,
Karl levels the guy a second time,
For good measure
I’m tense, but laughing
The tough guys back off
We move on to the party
Drunk,
Disorderly,
Laughing,
Good people
Yelling like maniacs
Us poor beaten children
Are exiled kings of the world!
It’s mostly skaters and punk rockers on the porch
the keg is inside, up deceptive and dark stairs
That I brave like a true adventurer
I'm not sure who lives here
The apartment has little more furniture than a couch and bed
The party
HURTS
More than I can admit with words
Just another time I wish I was blind,
That I wish I could lie to people,
Or at least to myself
But, even if I’m not a good liar,
I’m a good actor,
And I pretend to be much more intoxicated than I am
And even though I can usually get people to do what I want,
I can’t seem to get them to do what I need
Later, as adrenaline burns away the drink,
I spill my guts on the street,
Letting loose everything on my mind,
Like I’ve been planning to do for a while now
No
No No No No
No No No
Echoes only in my mind
Like a night on a hill, overlooking the city
When I thought I would fall in love
Even though I don’t feel good,
I at least feel relieved,
Because I played this game before
Against another opponent, or maybe two
And I always seem to fail
when words won’t come out
No matter how much I beg
This time, I defeated my greatest enemy,
Me,
And I can sleep tonight,
Even if it is alone
So I walk
I walk, I walk, I walk,
Because if you keep moving, they can’t get ya
It’s after three, and all the bars are closed
Life is starting to fade
A few stragglers still linger
Desperate for a last-minute hook-up,
I’m hungry and spent,
And my throbbing head begs for coffee
And I think I just need to get the hell out of here
I’m so sick of this place,
All its filth, all its degradation
Only a week and a half before I can get away from here
I’m entwined in all these stories,
The interpersonal trials and tribulations.
Names I just don’t want to hear anymore,
Or the ways people try to hurt each other
Restless vipers who gnaw each other,
Bringing me into the mad-dash chase
For their tails
Why do some people want to be less than they really are?
I start walking and don’t look back
As I kiss the city’s lips
And go on my way
"Sleep now, my child, and forget me not"
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