He brought her along,
only wanting to get laid.
She introduced herself
as awkward, 'though
first impressions rarely
amount to truth.
I watched him flirt with her;
and watched her try to pull away.
But, it's Friday. Gotta get ****** up.
What else is there to do in life?
She drank more,
he drank more:
"Nah, guys, I'm totally cool to drive."
He slurred as he spun donuts
to impress the tipsy woman.
His hands inched to her thighs.
His eyes seized her *******
who needs to see the road?
We made it to the birthday,
a standard college party.
She and I sat across one another
at the table. She smiled and started
small talk:
"Oh, I love Vonnegut,
have you read Sirens of Titan?"
We kept drinking as he went out
to pick up more *****
"Of course I play video games,
they got me through high school."
He took longer than he intended
but neither of us complained.
"Isn't chemistry only
the language of biology?"
Time passed quickly, or slowly,
either way it's dead and buried.
She started to stumble,
huddled closer to me,
tried to move from him
when he returned.
She lost coherency,
she looked at me, muddied;
did she have something to say?
Had she asked,
she would have received,
but silence heralds silence
and unvoiced wants
remain unfulfilled.
He knew she was loosing interest,
that, of course, I'd gotten in the way.
He pulled me aside:
"It's time for you to leave.
I just want to get laid
and you're ******* it all up."
He drove us both home,
hand grasping her thigh,
but she didn't notice;
she was barely alive.
I suppose this is how it goes:
some nights you make friends
that you never see again.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
He brought her along,
only wanting to get laid.
She introduced herself
as awkward, 'though
first impressions rarely
amount to truth.
I watched him flirt with her;
and watched her try to pull away.
But, it's Friday. Gotta get ****** up.
What else is there to do in life?
She drank more,
he drank more:
"Nah, guys, I'm totally cool to drive."
He slurred as he spun donuts
to impress the tipsy woman.
His hands inched to her thighs.
His eyes seized her *******
who needs to see the road?
We made it to the birthday,
a standard college party.
She and I sat across one another
at the table. She smiled and started
small talk:
"Oh, I love Vonnegut,
have you read Sirens of Titan?"
We kept drinking as he went out
to pick up more *****
"Of course I play video games,
they got me through high school."
He took longer than he intended
but neither of us complained.
"Isn't chemistry only
the language of biology?"
Time passed quickly, or slowly,
either way it's dead and buried.
She started to stumble,
huddled closer to me,
tried to move from him
when he returned.
She lost coherency,
she looked at me, muddied;
did she have something to say?
Had she asked,
she would have received,
but silence heralds silence
and unvoiced wants
remain unfulfilled.
He knew she was loosing interest,
that, of course, I'd gotten in the way.
He pulled me aside:
"It's time for you to leave.
I just want to get laid
and you're ******* it all up."
He drove us both home,
hand grasping her thigh,
but she didn't notice;
she was barely alive.
I suppose this is how it goes:
some nights you make friends
that you never see again.