A NIGHT WITH THE KING OF SOUL

epic party
acting like a fun loving asshole
drinking
good music with nutsacks exposed and rabid bunnymen getting down like the world's a cancer and the cure is in your own asshole (fun loving of course)

just need to be able to get to it
which you could with the right dance moves

speaking to great old friends
being spoken to by good new friends
one of those nights that will be remembered for decades
as long as Dionysus remains secluded in the bathroom

of course it has to be ruined

she needs something
like always
she, who almost could never be counted on to help in anyway
needs to charge her phone

and she can only do it in your car

the chance to spend half an hour with her
alone
instead of with the fun that is taking place all around
is not enthralling

try to explain
it all comes out wrong

spend the next half hour with her
arguing...so not alone
the party watching the petty horror that is your life unfold

get thee fuck out
flee to a familiar place

order some thing terrible (a long island with jagermeister...you are Dostoevsky's father) in the hopes of killing the terribleness that you're feeling
it doesn't...it's just more terribleness

and then you walk in

you who I hoped to see for the last
two days

at least the drink gave me the motivation
and drive
to so not be that person I would be
typically

easy flowing talk
followed by just walking around
not mattering where it is we're headed

late night diner
nothing is ordered
wait...you got coffee

drunken plans
what to do now
remembered the beers at my house

records
play records
drink beer
play more records

dancing on the picnic table in the front yard
at 4am
not giving a good gawddamn about anything
except this moment
and you

your black and red dress
enveloping your curves
the way I wish my hands were

your scent
a mix of hippy
(sage or patchouli...no idea..all I know is it's never smelled as good)
sweat, and beer still lingers in my car and makes me want to never leave

not even thinking about the fact
that you have to get on a bus at 8am
to go back
to the North Country

sun's up
no sleep
drunk since 10pm
surprisingly feel great

drive you to where you're staying
so you can pack

try and get me to come with you on the greyhound
want to
but know I should be responsible or make some attempt at it

drive you to the greyhound station
complete corporate fuckery
so I guess I am coming with you
but not on the greyhound
I am your greyhound

the next hours fly by
way too quick
the drive from Tucson to Phoenix has never been so short
did we even pass Toltec?

drop you off
and begin the ride back home

after almost veering off the highway for the fourth time
pull over at a rest area
to sleep
for two...
roasting with the sun thru the windshield, front seat reclined all the way back
...hours
smelling like shit and uncomfortable

wouldn't change it for anything