In the night, when Orion is knocking

His golden bow, and adjusting his

Belt, and the scorpion crawls with its

Tail raised, black poisons dripping as

He mourns a lost friend.

This is when our kind run wild.

There’s tempers flared in a southwest bar.

Lights low, music loud, and an old

Drunk is shambling onto a younger

Crowds table, yelling “You assholes!”,

The only kick he has left, his body

Nothing more than a flask full of liquor.

Women are sitting on our laps, and

So I dream a funny vision, where

We’re in love, this raven haired

Girl with small tits, and a tattoo

Of a fiery elk on her neck, and she

Cooks my meals, washes my clothes,

Cradles her drunken lover, and we tumble

Tenderly together, under the sheets.

I laugh at this, and she asks if i’m still sane.

“No, honey, no.” I whisper with a smile.

The money drops to the black stage, and

She swings around the pole, and we

Continue to play pretend like we’re

Children on the jungle gym during recess.

Meanwhile, the vicious sorts sit at the bar,

Noses raised up, smelling for hard cocks,

And a wallet full of cash. A young man

Mistakenly buys them a drink, hopes of

Sex, and love, and matrimony, layered

In alcohol. My laugh manic as I see his

Wide eyed realization that he’s bought

Gifts for cackling vultures. Women of

The evening, who caw him away when

He has no gold to give, or left over

Meat to pick from the bones.

And I sigh, and think of Vera, with

Her pale, milky skin, shining in moonlight.

I drift to Mindy, and her small chest

That I told her was beautiful.

June, Leah, Eve, and I spot

A green light out my second floor window.

And my mind isn’t on Candy as she sprawls

In front of me, or Diamond, as she touches my

Chest, Or Destiny, and her eyes like a dead fire.

I just feel it, the cold wind blowing through

The club like a knife, as it races across our

Hearts.