Daniel's 21st Birthday
The mystic he’d been studying under
Smelled the liquor on his breath
And asked him to leave, no lesson.
He went out
And got a cheese burger
Breaking another of his vows.
The motorcycle ride,sheltered by the back of his friend's boyfriend,
Those few moments on the highway when
The wind whirled within his shirt, spread his clothes wide as angel's robes to expose
His brittle torso
raised
Tiny hairs on his legs and arms
Was the first time
He really felt like a man, he says.
He later got a lap dance from a lovely black woman with long black legs and long black synthetic braids called
PokeAHotAss, and though she didn't make his flesh less gay, she made his heart more happy
And they immediately connected
And they talked and laughed and drank after her shift came to an end.
The next morning, only slightly hung over, mostly nostalgic
He remembers how the mystic had looked so sad, so very disappointed and so sad.
He missed out, he says. My mind was open and
I was ready to talk. I was the happiest little shit on earth.
I realized I don’t need this to find enlightenment.
I tasted enlightenment last night.
A charming, gay bartender at the HiLo Lounge poured it into a shot glass
And I wore it on my lips
And then
I drank it down.
Smelled the liquor on his breath
And asked him to leave, no lesson.
He went out
And got a cheese burger
Breaking another of his vows.
The motorcycle ride,sheltered by the back of his friend's boyfriend,
Those few moments on the highway when
The wind whirled within his shirt, spread his clothes wide as angel's robes to expose
His brittle torso
raised
Tiny hairs on his legs and arms
Was the first time
He really felt like a man, he says.
He later got a lap dance from a lovely black woman with long black legs and long black synthetic braids called
PokeAHotAss, and though she didn't make his flesh less gay, she made his heart more happy
And they immediately connected
And they talked and laughed and drank after her shift came to an end.
The next morning, only slightly hung over, mostly nostalgic
He remembers how the mystic had looked so sad, so very disappointed and so sad.
He missed out, he says. My mind was open and
I was ready to talk. I was the happiest little shit on earth.
I realized I don’t need this to find enlightenment.
I tasted enlightenment last night.
A charming, gay bartender at the HiLo Lounge poured it into a shot glass
And I wore it on my lips
And then
I drank it down.