Good Times

I feel like crap. Big weekend

Had good times. All the clubs I attend.

I danced under the lights.

I shared pills out of sight.

New mates I met for the night

Best clubbing buddies instantly tight.

The cubicle door locked, one pissed, 

The toilet system wiped, one sniffed.

On to the roof deck we drift

Some guy sucking shots off a comatose girl’s midriff

As her boyfriend showed polaroid’s of her snatch

Not sure who he was trying to attract.

I kissed in the shadows.

With the dark, sweaty fellow

We made eye contact as we danced

Him just wearing black pants

He smelt like a man

He had big warm hands

DJ one, DJ two. Deep house groove

We did things in the dark no one’s mother would approve

That sweet boy’s heart I theft

Vomiting in the gutter as I left

Wiping spittle from our mouths

as the taxi stopped we shout.

In the back seat, we held hands

At home, I got to pull off his pants

He left as the sun came up

Clothes back on, not a wash

I smiled and felt his beard rash.

Hours later when I was awake

My mouth was dry and my head ached.