SEEM TO DEFY

Good god!
Look at this place
with the flashing lights
and the darkened corners
and the awful music
and the watered drinks.

This is not the party
I had expected.
I’d had my heart set
on a pizza party
with Hawaiians for everyone
but this…
this is something else again.

It is too loud.
It is too crowded.
I am too sweaty
and the girls –
the girls…
There are too many damned shanks in the club
with their dayglo midriffs
and their leopard skin hair,
with tops too tight
and bottoms too short
– and tops so short
and bottoms so firm…
I am becoming quite uncomfortable
while they are simply becoming;
the skanks to the left of me
the sluts to the right
and right ahead of me
dead set
is a hard-on
making the table seem to defy gravity.

And I ask myself:
what am I doing here?
This is not my beautiful house.
These are not my pornographic magazines
– though that redhead looks kind of familiar.
Oh! Those brunettes are getting kinda familiar…

I do not belong here.
This is not my place.
I gave up slutty chicks for lent
which may be over for all I know.
I’m Jewish
– just not that good at it.

I should leave.
This is not where I should be
with the friendly girls
and their musical heels
and welcoming stockings.
God! Look at her!
Her lovely chest
and fantastic dress
stained with the spirits of another.
Would she have fucked me?
I’m wondering still
as I wrestle to the door
attempting escape from the environ
that enveloped me
for what felt like hours
but was probably instants.

That bar was sinful!
That club was crazy!
I can’t believe they talked me into that
and cannot WAIT to go back.