The line between loneliness and self-reliance is drawn
around dinner time when you decide to order pizza
instead of marinating your ribeye.
Playing the dating game is like wandering
through the desert without water
and drinking from every cactus
until enough barbs poke through your skin
that you consider asking out your acupuncturist.
Personally, I would rather have a sunny disposition
than a hunny, pot to piss in,
and a golden retriever
sprinting circles behind my white
picket fence. Let me whore myself
around the city and drench my clothes in kerosene
so I can burn like fifteen suns and rise again
I never knew vultures were nocturnal
until I began going to bars at closing time
and saw two circling a helpless gazelle
offering shots. “She’s had enough,”
The bartender says, and so have I,
so l say goodbye like a true Irishman and traverse
the boundless sand until daylight breaks
and I need to call an uber to avoid getting sunburnt.