Sunday, March 05, 2006

Can't dance like I used to.

My feet have grown the cutest blisters ever.
Re-broke my baby toe, threw my hip out of place.
My shoulder blades collapsing, posture of a crumpled origami doll.
Want to remove my bones and spend the day in bedsitland as a bag of guts.

The music, it was out of tune. The treble shred my eardrums.
I had just one drink but sometimes that's worse than 10.
Did not make out with 18 people. Self-respect and all.
Tried to steal a fedora from a tall boy who did not seem very smart.

To hell with you too, pretty vaccuum face.
Good to see you.

Later at the diner, I would see this girl from high school.
She does not say hi.
She wonders why I'm not there with my fiancee. The first one.
Thinks I look much better now, sans the extra 40 pounds, the unibrow and scowl.

Never made it to the party.
Got the directions a bit too late.
I'm sorry.
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