She was proud

She was proud
I drove in to the car park
Sat for a while
and listened
she was upset about something
something I’d done
not done
not thought of
had thought of.
We got out and walked to the bar
and she struck
across the back of my head
got hold of my long hair
pulled it
pulled me
to the ground
kicking
scratching
while pulling
my head
left
right
up
down
then it was done.
She walked
into the bar
calling: ‘c’mon’
She was proud
People in there
Had watched
applauded
and they sniggered
as I bought beers
for us.
I took her home after that
Tried to never see her again
her grip on me was failing
and
I knew my grip on her was gone.

I remember the once

she waggled her ass

as

she pulled back covers

or

got an ashtray

from the end of the bed

that held the floor

against the  outside world

and

the lust

came upon

me

and

her.

it probably happened more than the once

the waggling ass that is

the lust

though

eventually was not enough

 

We were so low

We were so low
No tv
No power for the boom box
we’d take a walk
for something better to do
&
Times
just enough times
for it to be worthwhile
but never enough for
It to be a job
We’d find
A half pack of cigarettes
Maybe
enough loose change
to buy a bottle
&
We’d go back
to that unheated
Unloved
room
Back in love with the world
and maybe each other
for another short while