I bled into a plastic cup
While Mason fucked you bridge less in little Andy’s room
I should have known

better than to dance around with the sell outs and wannabees

Than forget your whereabouts

So I claimed fear in his drunken ears
Long enough to press pause on his poker game

Then
I found myself boxing Mason’s ears in
screaming bloody murder
because he took her for nothing

A mile later I was
tapping on Rob’s door
even though the lights were off

we half hugged farewell

with sobriety intact
knowing how silent I had fallen
with my sore right arm
and popped right ear

(Mason, I’m glad you got your dick wet. Sorry about your bloody nose and soon to be black eye, fuck bag)