Alan Catlin- Three Poems

 

                                                Low cut t-shirt

                                                says: FUCK THE WORLD

                                                on the front

                                                YOU’RE NOT PART OF

                                                MY WORLD, on the back

                                                Pulls folded double

                                                sawbuck from her too

                                                tight jeans says,

                                                “Tequila.  Hold the salt.

                                                Hold the lime.”

                                                Stares into the bartender’s

                                                eyes, says, “Today.”

                                                            Sex on the Beach(without sand)

                                                            She was one

                                                            of those inane

                                                            windswept 22

                                                            year old blondes

                                                            who spent half

                                                            of their lives

                                                            adjusting their hair

                                                            in back bar mirrors

                                                            trying to look sexy.

                                                            Always orders some-

                                                            thing stupid like sex

                                                            on the beach without

                                                            sand and gives you this

                                                            look with a slightly

                                                            curled lip that’s

                                                            supposed to make me

                                                            cream in my jeans and

                                                            give her a free drink too,

                                                            neither of which I do.

                                                            My partner asks me,

                                                            “What goes in that?”

                                                            “The drink or the girl?”

                                                            “Both.”

                                                            “Vodka.”

                                                                for Leo r.i.p.

 He said:" Hold

 that shot of Cuervo

 until she takes

 off her shoe.

 Ok, we still need

 the lemon and

 salt on the side."

 I thought being

 grossed out was

 a thing of the past

 until the kitchen

 lady sd:" I saw

 a guy fill up a

 high topped sneaker

 with beer and chug

 it down.  Talk about

 disgusting." I was

 impressed.  I'd seen

 guys set their beard

 on fire drinking

 flaming shots, seen

 imploding fire farts

 but never a sneaker

 full of beer as a

 glass.  I sd.

 "They must have been

 Chuck Taylor's."

 Scornfully she replied:

 "No one wears Chuck's

 anymore." I tried to

 imagine myself handing

 over a Reebok and

 saying:"Here barkeep,   

 fill this up with

 Bass Ale." I couldn't

 do it, somehow if

 you were going to

 pull a stunt like

 that it had to be a

 black Chuck.