HaBITCHual

I am not your morning cigarette....
the tapping of fingernails,
or cup of black coffee.
I am not a twitch, a tick, or drink at six.
I'm not sugar,
or your favorite TV show,
tattoos, bike riding,
I'm none of these.
I'm your girl full of sad memories.
And I'm pissed off.
Habits don't do that...I don't think.
I don't know how many bottles of beerI have consumed while waiting for things to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after splits with women-waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming upout of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"
the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.
while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.
well, there's beersacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet as
hand stale beer,or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.in the morning
making the only sound in your life.
beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is