8:15p.m.

ashtray full
glass empty

his breath smells of
burnt cigarettes and watered down scotch

he can't take his eyes
off the lanky blond gyrating
her hips against the cold steel
slowly peeling off her skimpy
g-string and cheap purple bra

they both dance with the devil
on a Monday afternoon

they both lose

01/17/2011

Posted on 01/19/2011
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