What would I write about back then
if I knew what I know now?
Would I,
would you –
do anything differently?
Better?
Faster?
Or, would we keep playing
Russian roulette
with each other
One poker face away
from a Royal Flush?
Relax…
They whisper,
spiced syrup dripping down the
hairs on their chest.
Chill…
We say,
perking up just enough
that they can smell
the assertiveness in the softness
of our inner thighs.
Inhale…
You giggle now,
but!
Most people prefer
a flash of ecstasy
with a side of hope,
and like to blame Raoul Duke
for being bored.
And that’s what I’d write about.
What to do when you’re bored.