Pregaming.

switch your bar up, every six months. and never turn back. and never hold a lover, in front of someone you've held before.

 

Pregaming.

 

 

You were drinking with

 

Your ex,

Danny.

Your other ex,

Andrew.

And your friend,

His current,

Alicia.

 

(you are an incestuous bunch.)

 

I was having a beer with the cats on the other couch.

 

Now that we’re finally out

And about,

 

We’re at my old bar.

I have a history here.

People have stories to tell

About me

Here.

 

(I have never apologized for anything that didn’t call for it.)

 

the girls,

they remember

when I used to dance.

 

They look mostly the same,

A little tired,

A little more grey.

But I look better,

Than I ever did then,

I don’t know how,

But I feel that’s true.

 

(you’ve spit life into me, but I think you may have just been clearing your throat.)

 

the girls,

they want me to dance,

they think

I’m lying

When I say

That im happy.

 

That I’ve found someone to trust.

That I’ve found a woman worth it.

 

They believe the fallen are fallen,

And there’s no helping that.

 

(all they are trying to do, is destroy it, when they cheer. They want what they think im giving you)

 

I’ve told you,

They meant nothing.

 

Its been over a year,

Since

I’ve spoken to any of them.

 

Still you judge,

Still you grimace.

Still you hold my past against me.

 

How dare you judge me,

For what I’ve done,

When

Every night,

Spent at your place,

Is a trip

Through the halls of the veritable rouges gallery,

Of your lovers past and pseudo-present.

 

I cant even sleep in your bed,

With danny,

Flipping his s**t.

 

(believe me, I understand the boys pain. I wouldn’t want to see that either.)

 

you say you don’t trust me.

 

Well guess what baby,

The feeling’s mutual.

 

Call me on your way back home.

 

I’m going back to drink with the cats.

Reviews

[Christel Grady]

Ha! Your tagline is sooo true! What is about the same-old? I love my regular dives, though, but always keep a few back-ups under my belt. I guess it all depends on my mood, my drinking buddies (though I really enjoy drinking alone), or my location. Sometimes, it's refreshing to be anonymous. : )

[W.k.kortas]

Has that better-days-gone by small Upstate city feel to it. The pacing is...hesitant? Well, in a good way, anyway--it doesn't feel jerky or clunky, which some poetry that doesn't rely on classic stanza construction often falls prey to. It's a well-conceived and nicely-executed piece, a finely rendered and knowing look at life at the same damn hometown bar with the same damn people for too damn long.

[Sophie Wind]

Wow, if this is inspired by a real experience then I just say good luck to unentangling your life :)
Anyway, it was an interesting read