Pulsing in wait.

Watching these people

while being ignored by bartenders

and waitstaff

20 minutes of anger

my drink arrives

I instantly order another

fucking Valentine's Day

almost shamed to capitalize it

Saturday

just want a beer and a burger

more whiskey

and for all the fucking

Hallmark static around me

to stop

to cease, desist

fucking die already

sitting here staring into

the bar

head full of fire

poems waiting

but out in the night

because I'm a fucking gentleman

and I must perform exactly

and that's nature

the breasts

and hair

and heels

the pulsing of the

night beside

the beauty of

living doll women

pushing up on

night

the

long breath

into the glass

perfect teeth smile

I wait

like

the

rest.