• You're drinking to the defeat of
    innocence, your enchanted ego
    swelling like the darkening
    crescents above your cheekbones.

    Intoxicated slumbers don't
    always follow your daring
    agenda. They trick (or treat)
    your vision, making the 10-cent
    eye candy rethink their pricing.

    The party ended a few hours ago;
    you fell with pelvic thrusts
    in time to your signature
    7/8 heartbeat when the pseudo-
    whores lap dancing for
    blow-pop babies
    toasted a drink to victory.