The Flies Waltz Well

laugh a little
at the sight of foreigners dressed in bold reds.
make the kids feel retarded,
splitting their heads.
tease the waitress with unfriendly slaps,
and strange tongue movement, and stare till
she looks bluer than the bruises
that she will inherit from you later.
imagine how ugly a scene
that will look like.

the heat of the moment
is a ruse picked up on over many centuries,
and a good excuse also, when such desperate measures
as lying are necessary to live.

go to bed not sleepy,
eat when you're not hungry, just to spite those
children in distant lands that you can't pronounce
the name of.

forget society's rules
(guidelines, if you will) for a
romantic night, spent torturing slugs, and moths
with wasted lights, seasonings and be quick to remember
to self-serve right in that musty alley, stale air surrounding,
5 seconds of bliss.

who wants someone
finishing their sentences anyway?