Happy Hour

Frisked without asking

Smokescreen sealed

Kisses fake yet very real

Anxiety from a game

         Trifecta, terrible still,

At least some things don’t change, never will

Next rounds on me

Get prepared,

As after this we’ll flag a yellow down,

Perhaps stop down the street

From some well earned grits and grease

Video crack taking coins

Those two in the corner

         They’ve been staring keen

Quietly you talk close to me

As the audibility of decibels

Is best said underneath the token sounds

Whispering the one looks young

And the other may look like fun

But knowing you, perchance would filter soon,

And she’d just be the latest regret you’d found

Another shot, just one more

If things don’t change we’ll be out the door

Two hours since

Tabs been cinched

Yet still whining with the pinch

Eyes peer closer, with inhibitions severed

A friendly night out, pandering their wares

Still prepared to act without a care

And while stationed at the bar,

Widescreen view, I can see it all

Quietly laughing unnoticed upon my stool

Remember now do I

Why these friendships from school had died

But for a reprieve

         Every now and then

A few pints and some ego-stroking grins

 Enough to stir smiles to the head

Never forgetting the heart’s never left,

The angel, back at home in bed,

The angel with her daughters face

Well Wasn't going to write anything else today,

But seeing D'verse had a pre-party

I thought it be but fitting in and of itself

To grab a pint, with some poetic buds, myself

Drop a quarter into the juke

Suck back a few, heck maybe till I puke

So perhaps not my best, but sure there's been worse

Kind of like late nights that come unrehearsed,

If at first you don't like,

Have a few more than let me know,

Perhaps you'll then be good to go

Throw caution to the wind, concerned for naught

If tomorrow's dressed in a D'verse pre-party hangover plot 

Thanks Guys & Gals, look forward to all that comes with D'verse, should be lots of fun:)