girls all dress alike at parties
neutral to the skin
hesitate in the confusion of sameness
im in too deep for
pushup bras low tops and mini skirts
brown blonde black and tan with
gleamed up eyes
and extreme voices
that all seem somehow routine
not appauling
just in your face and forgetting to listen
its never until your ride is leaving
and you grab your box beer for the next party
till you pass a moderate with hopeful highlights
she had freckles and white skin
thats all I remember as my head turned out of her stare
and through the blurred doorway
I felt her fleeting
shoulda put down the beer and took her hand
she saw my lack of routine
indifferent to the whole big scene
----sometime later that night---
slowing out of my high
the grin droops out of place
for a second or 5 minutes
head spinning against the window
i can barely feel the cold black of the sky
street lights with overlapping rays
slipping past
like me from her glance
where was i then
its hard to retrace your steps
when you havent left any footprints
all i know is freckles with a white face
the red and green trafic lights bring a limbo
between drunk and buzzed
id rather just be one or the other
hand me a beer or let me sleep
---sometime later---
balancing into the room
as quiet as i can
slip off my clothes
creak up the bed
pull the covers over
wrapped in my own arms
until the chill is warmed away
where is freckles with white skin
motif of my night