I wanted to do what I wanted
so sick of toeing the line
sowing good impressions
playing it safe,
mostly it falls apart anyway
I wanted to do what I wanted
The first girl, Alex, was a university student
an expatriate Brit with pale moled skin like mine
and star-like green eyes;
She liked Edgar Allan Poe
so we discussed him over champagne tinged with red-bull
proudly and self-consciously intelligent:
then we talked about my travels
in Thailand, Mexico, and Sweden
Her skin was as vital as the jungles of Chiaing Mai
and her curves were voluptuous and divine
The next girl "Rocky"
was remarkably beautiful and sexy
but not as sensitive or cultivated;
I swam in tequilla and tipped
the strippers I didn't even want
(and performed a juggling act
when she suggested I was smashed)
Insipid, cowardly, angry white men dressed like "gangstas"
gave me green, resentful looks
as I threw green around
(tear-gas in my pocket)
!!It was all dangerously hip and enlightening!!
