slow night

it was a slow night
in sugars - even for a sunday
single customers dotted the tables
one-sided faces lit up by candles
from chimney red glass
I mingled for awhile
offering my greetings
to the girls who filled my evenings
waking up as the sun falls
catching perfume on soft hands
and thighs teased by black light
in restless hope of something new
destiny was onstage tonight
dancing slowly - eyes closed
trying to get out of herself
slicing through the smoke
stroking the beats
taming the beast

tiffany and cori
rounded the tables
no thanks for replies in search
of money dancing and lies
passing the night comes hard
with nothing left for working
cori walks up stumbling
with new heels a foot high
silky blond hair
tanned legs wrapped tightly
within a kelly green dress
her round perfect breasts
barely hidden inside

we did shots
just to fill up the space
thank god she is smiling at last
all born to meet in this place
tiffany joins us pissed off
and bitching about her life
being filled with nothing but time
rape stories from an old soul
shot time again to bring
warm thoughts near
or at least a little fog
to make the bold ones
less clear

but boredom
could not be beaten
so we left to swim nude
we clocked out and left
stopping at wendys
and a store to grab booze
well along the way
they both had to pee
scurrying out of my car
giggling and holding their crotches
about to burst out of their pants
back on the playground
kids fun - techno blaring
I waited as they ran
behind the dumpster
I sat alone smiling
in a trance

we got to the house
coked up in a dream
dancing in our seats
and flailing with screams
we ran to the pool stripping
away our clothes tripping
over ourselves like fools
splashing into the glow
of multi-colored jets
spraying into the air
I lifted them up naked
on my shoulders sliding off
in a sadly perfect way
to live without remorse
ivan came out laughing
in his white terry robe
patrick patrick patrick
this will not help your
divorce