Tyler R. Martin
My blonde shares with me her drugs,
Her muscle relaxers, her antidepressants
And I drink them all down, droplets of liquid
Stuck in my mustache.
I lick, savoring the taste of bourbon and bubbly coke.
I share with her my booze, my pot,
My tongue, my cock,
Savoring her sweet taste along with the bitter beverage.
We fuck on my fouton and I light our smokes
With a Zippo that reads “love you, ty” on it’s back.
We play records, read our poems aloud.
When we’re drunk we sing, dancing to music.
“We’ll be old one day,” she says.
But I’ll never be old,
It’s not in my cards.