Goodbye Saturday Night, I know less now than ever.
A hotel, a lovely place to be lonely
Glance at the tattoo of late night drinker sat to my right
A buxom pirate, entwined in a seprant,
Long dark hair obscuring nipples from sight.
A long sip of warm whiskey,
In mirror behind the bar,
My face hangs,
Unshaven and resigned.
Resigned to mangled bodies
Spewing out of the TV.
Rolling fear and death.
Escaping into the atmosphere
Feeding the suited gods that rest up there.
A long sip of whiskey
Shut out the din
Focus on the pirate girl
Her breasts salty from the kiss of spray.