another misplaced weekend
C Ra McGuirt
last night, i got it up for the read,
at which i resisted advances of
the hopeless remains of a vampire affair,
& kissed off a former friend behind
his most recent eternally
petty irrational bullshit.
after, had supper with phillip&son,
finished my brownbagged quart of warm beer,
& answered the phone at 2:30 a.m.:
it was the vampire, once again
calling for blood she refuses
to mingle.
i snarled across town
that the window was closed.
sleep took me like a rapist.
buzzed awake to work, i did,
& made it home just ahead
of the Sun,
where, blessed&cursed
with several days
of solitary boredom,
i ate some more magical
mushrooms,
& didn't get off.
