Bad Habits

you're not charles bukowski;
you're just a man
with bad habits
and a smooth tongue

regardless--
you know where i want that tongue.

everything about this is bad,
and yet,
i can't stay away
i might miss out
i might be the One
maybe i will catch the bouquet or
summon you seductively
with my butterfly net

but i doubt it.

we will fuck for days
and stay drunk
and then i'll come back
to my real life

though sometimes i wish
drunk fucking in faraway northern states
WAS real life.