Philip Head Screw

"You could never screw your head on straight enough for Phillip..."

The man grabs a bud light and takes a swig.

As all the men take turns telling stories on a summer night where the fireflies hang in the air.

It is a breathless sort of night where the scent of booze, sweat and sex stick to your skin until the next morning.

Everybody is wanting somebody and not everybody will get that somebody.

And you wonder why the music swells louder in your ears and that same sentence continues to repeat in your head.

"You could never screw your head on straight enough for Phillip..."

And you wonder what type of god Phillip is to have so much dominion over a person's head,

while simultaneously wondering if your head was ever screwed on straight enough to begin with.

And the night swims in your eyes and you are a delirious sort of man wanting that scent of booze, sweat and sex to stay with you forever,

because that would mean the night would never end and that this youth would be with you always.

Your mind hanging on by a thread and you answer Phillip in your dreams that same night,

"No, Phillip I think my head was screwed on loose from birth."