Wanted for Word Hustling

Speak in the fleeting words of man
what you wish for during the aftermath.

A carousel of clever women, naked bodies flashing like lights.

Through clenched teeth he tells me something
like I am the only person alive to hear it
like his sharp breath filling my nostrils
will break down my walls.

Eternity begins once insanity is released
or so the tale goes.

He presses his nails into my skin
shimmering half moons reflect and swell.
This is not a dark story, no
not in the least.

I would like my history books back.
I like to see how men look during times of desperation
how their knees bend differently.
I like to see how men look during times of good
how drunk they are.
The glorified obituary that I am to learn a lesson from.

It starts to feel better when he looks me in the eye.
Sizing me up cautiously
wondering what it is I have to offer.
Why he feels like he just might drown once the ride stops.
Why it is that there are gifts on the ground
strategically placed in a ring around the perimeter.

I am trying to get him to stay
The two faced demon
he is never satisfied.

Title inspired by Buddy Giovinazzo