it had been a long night of drinking
we had done the run
of bars and taverns
and ended up
back at
his flat
floor covered
in mouse turds
we ended up
there
all soft and wobbly
with a pair of hookers
on his stale bed
and a bottle of four roses
poured into
two dirty glasses
shared between us
like the two women
who got fiery and noisey
and gave us a good time
it was in low light
and through bleary eyes
that cubby
looked at me
his face falling
to the lovely right cheek
of the woman’s ass
beneath him
and slurred
in this mangled shitty world
sometimes
even for a moment
things can be alright
i nodded in agreement
reeking of woman
and content
tomorrow was going to be hell all over again
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