Cocktail Menu № 2

Can I Conceal You For a Second?
One bachelor. Twenty-four
ounces of shame. After 
everything, don’t you just
want a little peace?

Snooker King of South Texas
In the dim barlight
every cigarette looks
like a cue. Gotta
wait your turn, tiger.

Cosmic Longing, Secret Horror
Something green
under the surface
and a seed of doubt
 — how thirst tastes
on the weeknights.

Stop, Drop, & Rock & Roll
The amp is plugged in
and making acrid sounds.
Time to give the people
what you want.