Alone at the Bar
alone at the bar
left my conscience at home
eyes scanning vampire-like in the darkness
on the streets where i roam
this is what happens
when you are not around
this is what happens
when there is no you to love
no you to undress
no you to drink my wine
no you to embrace
no you to throw off the pearls
when the odds of you sliding into my bed
are borderline slim to nil
i seek worthy proxies
i seek meaningful thrills
but let’s be honest
they are not what i seek
without you in my bed
it’s just time to kill.
