the boy is high
he got some weed
and four pints of bud light
black jeans and red shirt
hair stuck in ponytail
I don't want to fuck
but I want another beer
he said to a guy who asked his name
soft cell is playing
I can look deep into your light and shout
hold me hold me hold me hold me
one of the stranger hands
brings a stella artois
and the left one touches his belly
five hundred crunches a day
and a golden path of soft hair
leading to his sex
another wednesday night
east village new york
red shirt and white underwear
white underwear
loose hair
another thursday morning
this time at brooklyn
fuck all hipsters
massive attack protection
good taste for a fast cum shot
now I should leave
black jeans and red shirt
L train 3 train 1 train home
