Wednesday, August 8, 2012

just another night out


they step out for a smoke and they talk gaily
his knee’s about six inches from hers
there’s tangible tension that the proximity incurs
as they stand leaning against the railing

they laugh a lot and smile too much
and they’re just a tad too polite as such
for people out drinking together and i’d bet
that they’re probably not seeing each other yet

back inside her hand stays on his shoulder too long
he’s staring at her lips, coming on too strong
as she throws her head back at his jokes lame
which she doesn’t care to understand, it’s all the same

to her. it’s just good to feel wanted she thinks
someone to talk to, to share a drink with
someone to hold you at the end of the day
just for the night, who cares then if they go away

when i’m down in the dumps of my mind’s cesspool bog
i too wish i had someone to help me keep together
now i see them leave together, t’night they’ll probably sleep together
while i’m sitting here on the steps petting the dog


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