regrets and simple sex
and all things easy

come into the picture
into the conversation
comes into the attraction
like the circus children
and self help books

like the bartender
who you fall madly in love
with, but who buys drinks
for women with a bigger breast
size, then you\'ll ever know

so you move on to the next
drink, a tall glass of water
you know as your chiropractor
and you\'ll never be able to
trust another doctor
(fuck the lawyers)

they’re porcelain
they’re golden
they’re your dealer
they drive you around the block man
and bring it on home

you write in your journal
every night
about the apocalypse...
the reverend says it’s coming
“hail mother mary and joseph,”
you can hear him chanting as he comes
the pulpit in his hands, his pulse
in yours

so there you stand
between women studies
and the oprah book club
it takes your sweaty palm
and guides you to salvation
(blasphemy according to the reverend)
(bullshit according to the good doctor)
(sexy according to the salesman)
(distracting to the bartender)
but promising, according to you