Drunk

I see myself in the mirror behind a go-go boy.

Sitting between his knees.

I can't help my smile.

 

(Is this pointless? Most likely.

He works for tips.)

 

I let my friends buy me another drink, and I stare at myself.

My reflection,

between a strange man's legs.

 

He is so gleeful -

writhing for strangers - as I often do.

But who is more satisified?

We are both tending to our egos - but which is most lasting?

My reflection or my conquest?

 

I put down my drink and turn away.

It's too late to be thinking.

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