three fifty times two

and we ordered
another shot and
i got the money
thing mixed up,
really not knowing
the cost of shots
in remote location (BFE)
bars on an early sunday
morning. and i counted
three bills out, but yours
had been a five and two
ones and mine were 3 ones
and then you smiled (or maybe
rolled your eyes) and she took
it and brought you yours and i
suddenly realized my mistake
and i wanted to go back, i
wanted to have my wits
about me, but here i
was with a beautiful
woman on a saturday
night and it was late
and i was able to peek
my head out of my shell
for a moment or two, to
steal a smile or two from
you across the room,
on the other side
as it were -
different eyes than her,
so maybe that
was why? sorry.
i'm stupid when
it comes to that,
but i have this knack
at being able to send
it to the page to be
placed in the minds
of maybe a few
select readers
around the
world to
bounce
back and
forth with
banter and
rancid darts
of disgust.

don't trust, my
gut at least, i
guess, and i
was maybe
at the starting
line still because
(like the horse)
i'd heard of maybe
a wedding in the
sudden future,
but also some
moans and
some
groans
and then
the moment
(too fucking many!
w/out the swearing)
on the cellphone,
ringing, ringing,
ringing, waiting.

so, of course, i
thought, and of
course then you,
and to tell the
whole truth, the
dog humping
the monkey
(whether from
mexico is still
debated in certain
circles) was a bit
much to add to
the whole mix,
w/the sudden
conversations
and eye openings
and all, you know?

sigh.

i'm talking to myself
again and it's showing.

the words and poems are
worth it, though, ya know?