Everyone in this bar is swimming in blood

Because of the lighting...

Like we are all sharks in the midst of a feeding frenzy
And because we've eaten all of the baby whale or whatever
The water around is blood red and we're about to start
Taking bites out of one another
Women swim in and out of focus but I know I haven't shaved for a couple days
And I could hardly seem **** or manly or supportive or wealthy or kind
With my greasy hair pushed back under my baseball cap
And my big puffy adidas coat
Like I'm a drug-dealer from The Wire
Except white

I probably look exactly like that one ****** polish kid in season two who works on the docks but then tries selling drugs and it doesn't work out very well and I can't remember how or if he ends up dead but I do remember he has a big ***** (my ***** does not look exactly like his).

Anyway we find a booth, my roommates and I
And I text my handsome Romantic friend who lives near the bar
I love him but I also think he is kind of a sucker (suckah) sometimes
But he is super earnest and funny and loving
He is one of the few people I know who beams at people when they are talking
He meets us at the bar and so do some more of our mutual friends
This girl with large glasses who i spent the night with once is there
She is currently spending her nights with my handsome Romantic friend who lives near the bar
I am really happy for them because
     They have been friends so long
          And finally seem to be in a comfortable ******
                 Relationship and it just happens to be with each other
                    But they get along so well and have so much in common
                       And I've known them both for a while and always wondered
                          why they weren't "together"
It just seems good

I am privately jealous and insecure
The shark in me looms behind my mask
And I think vicious mean territorial thoughts
But I don't really want to spend another night with this girl with the large glasses

My love is restrained
Put in a choke-hold by an older brother or big mean friend
While my handsome Romantic friend who lives near the bar's love is boundless
He is a dog you can hear running through the house to meet you at the door
I'm simply not home
Or sick

I drink double whiskey after double whiskey
My roommates and I take a lift home
But first we make our lift driver take us through
The McDonald's Drive Through
I have never ordered a quarter-pounder before
I've had the Big Mac and I've had just regular cheeseburgers
But never a quarter-pounder
And I say "it's okay because I'm being fat for the holidays."
My roommates have heard this too many times and have stopped laughing
Our lift driver is a pretty brunette who wants to start a juicery in Miami
She is practical and sincere
I tell my roommates I want a girlfriend like her when we get out of the car
They don't believe me
I don't really either

I wanna live like a piece of chewing tobacco
Stuck at the bottom of the front of your mouth

I'd like to be the television program you barely watch
Before you fall asleep on your couch at night

Maybe I could be the orange peel you can't find a trash can for
So you stick it in your shirt front pocket instead and it stays there for weeks

It would be nice if---

                                                                               ---HEY HEY HEY what do you think you're doing?
I was writing a poem---

                                                                              ---Oh yeah? What kind of poem? Is it a love poem?

Sort of---
                                                            
                                                                              ----Well who is it too then? Huh?

It's kind of non specific---

                                                                             ----What a bunch of baloney! This guy? Can you believe        
                                                                              This guy? Thinks he can just write love poems to the
                                                                           ether this guy. And they ain't even real romantic like.
                                                                          Jeesh! I'll tell you why too! Because they ain't got no one
                                                                       serious in mind. You gotta get yourself a lady friend.

Well I'm working on it---

                                                               ---Well work a little harder huh? Instead of sitting in bed all
                                                                morning go to some farmer's markets or a library and talk to
                                                              some classy chicks. Christ go to a... a.. juicery... or somethin.
                                                           Whatever you fancy LA types do. Christ almighty I ain't got time
                                                         for this. I'm outta here.




I think maybe I'd just like to be a piece of gum at the bottom of your shoe
Now I'll just have to find a street corner to stick myself to