Smashing the Alarm Clock

Brad and Drew watched
While Kira cheered me on.
One mighty blow
And the ruiner of wet dreams,
The siren of reality
Cracked on the cement sidewalk.
The cord dangled in my hands
As I exhaled
And the Spring Air
Rushed back to my
Cigarette riddled lungs.
In that one moment
I crammed 200 simultaneous orgasms,
And the feeling of drunkeness
While sitting around
A warm pepperoni pizza
At 3 AM on a Sunday morning
Our bodies still soaked
With spilled alcohol
And sweat of dance partners
Whose names we'd never know.

The feel of tits pressed to your face
And smell of stale beer.
The folded love letter
In the bottom desk drawer
That no matter how many times
The words are repeated
Never come out any different.
The unwritten poetry
Jangling around in the mind
Lost to society
Because a pen
Wasn't within arms reach.