one hell of a whiskey aftermath

Gordon
and Reena had
thrown a big party
the night before and

all that whiskey and wine
and laughter and madness
the whole place blue
with cigarette smoke and

Harold
who had really
tied one on after trying to
retain a girlfriend by
drying out for
three weeks had
finally been imprisoned
upstairs and forced to
give up his keys and
stay the night but

Gordon
even when drunk
would have these
crazy dreams of wild
wild sex with
with women he had never
seen before and
just before
always just before he
delivered into the sheets he
would wake up and

he would wake up hotter
than hell and just had to
masturbate before work
before Reena woke up
but Reena would always
wake up and

Reena would come
stomping down the stairs
and feeling guilty Gordon
would have to stop and

again it was this
particular Sunday
morning that
he heard footsteps
bouncing down the stairs so
he tossed the
magazine underneath
the table and yanked his
shorts back up around
his cock but

it was just Harold standing
there at the bottom of the
stairway pretending to rub
his eyes

DON'T MIND ME Harold said
circling around Gordon to
the fridge and carefully selecting
a can of tomato juice and a
half empty pint of vodka

FOR THE STOMACH he said

DON'T MIND ME EITHER
said Gordon then laid the magazine
back out shuffled it to a certain
page then pulled out the
other thing

JESUS said Harold
laughing into his glass

I THOUGHT YOU WERE REENA
COMING DOWN THE STAIRS
I ALMOST LOST WHAT
STRING I HAD GOING
said Gordon

Harold sipped and
squinted strangely
at Gordon's eight and said
SHE DOESN'T WANT ANY OF THAT?

NOT WHEN I DO
said Gordon
I GET HOT IN THE MORNING
AND SHE HAS THIS SIXTH
SENSE A WAY OF FINDING OUT
AND INTERRUPTING

OH I SEE said Harold

GUILT said Gordon IS A MIGHTY
A MIGHTY A MIGHTY MIGHTY
SOMETHING

Gordon started to feel
foolish so he tried to
concentrate harder on the girls
in the lingerie magazine

I PREFER THE F. CATALOG TO
THE V. CATALOG BECAUSE
F. ONLY USES EUROPEAN GIRLS

ALL THE GIRLS IN V. HAVE
THAT SICKLY ANOREXIC
AMERICAN LOOK
WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Harold quickly finished the
rest of his drink said
I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT
then dropped down to his
knees
spun Gordon's chair around 
relieved his hand of its
masturbatory duties and
began
to suck his cock

Gordon moved to push
Harold away instead pulled
his head closer and
moaned through
his hangover through
his marriage and
all denial and

thought of submarines gliding
under Arctic ice

thought of a 14-year old girl
with budding breasts blowing
out the candles on her
fourteenth birthday cake

thought of a basket of snakes
swallowing their own tails

thought of dolphins leaping
through oceans of foam
and cheering as
their blowholes spurted
out the secrets of
their language and

Harold got it all
yes he got it all and
Gordon slumped back
in his chair and

of course
there was
Reena standing
there at the
bottom of the
stairs
arms folded under
angry breasts
eyebrows and

all Harold could say
was GLUPHMHPH and

all Gordon could say
to Harold was
I TOLD YOU SO


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