T for Tom

What Happened?

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on July 4, 2011

What happened to the whores and the music and the dancing?

What happened to the beer we’d drink, most of it dropped on the floor because I yanked her wrist and puller her out of the chair for a twist.

What happened to kicking her head back in smiles laughing at some stupid joke I said while drunk? It was the dumbest thing ever but who cared? it was obvious she was coming over.

Sometimes she would call if she didn’t find someone else to fuck that night, but I didn’t mind- it was still her voice on the line.  Walking in acting like it was me all along but all I wanted was her shirt off. What happened to fucking before we got to the room, her moans, our moves, backs arched when we both finish?

What happened to chasing love, feeling good, feeling bad, and doing it all over over over and over?

Where does she go when she’s not by my side as the sun comes up so I can lean over and touch her chest, up down up down up and slightly smiling with eyes closed because oops! I woke her up with my touch but she had to be going soon anyway.

What happens when nothing turns into something turns into nothing? It was so much easier when it was just whores and music and dancing, and smoke filled rooms with low hanging ceilings and endless possibilities and blues guitar and cheap beer and toes tappin’ and chairs lining the wall and pool balls clackin’ and no A/C and shouting to be heard.


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