Quality

Quality

 

Aggression;

the quality of men

in a dimly lit bar,

split personalities

like vodka or bourbon,

an unlikely escape

for someone so fragile.

 

The comfortable feeling

of new knee high

leather boots,

and the taste of lipstick,

there has to be more to it

than that.

 

Not just the sick satisfaction

of some guy

in tight jeans,

cocaine

dripping from his nose.

 

But the realization

that a few drinks

could turn a tumble

to a fall.

 

A seismic eruption.

 

Put down on cocktail napkins,

or a borrowed business card

destine for the gutter

outside.

 

It’s amazing;

the entitlement.

 

And the quickest way out

not as easy,

as turning up the lights.

Reviews

[Georgiakevin]

Wow this has such an intensity!