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“You’ve gotta learn!”
He said to me,
Gyrating softly against her body,
And I was inclined to agree,
Inclined horizontally -
It’s the moves you see.

The way to move your body
That acts as a minus to her plus,
That latin style
I’ll never have…

Drunkenness is a funny thing. It’s a certain heaviness
Of head. A certain dulling
Of sense and sensibility.
A certain dryness of mouth,
A certain loss of
Balance which feels so natural
You let yourself fall even as
A small part of yourself says no.

A certain disappointment,
A certain lack of self,
A certain sense that something’s wrong
And you can’t help yourself.
Oh no, you just can’t help yourself.

A certain pride, a certain shame,
Uncertain attempts to get in camera frame –
Uncertain smiles
Uncertain hope,
Uncertain act meanwhile.
A certain signal,
A certain sign,
A certain losing of the time.
What time is it?

Good Lord, I must get back.
I must,
I must,
I have a very important date.
I have to don my hat and tie,
And leave you in my wake.