Drunken Rave #3

Many ways you can get drunk,
But pre-planned rings the most hollow
And desperate and tonight I feel a little
Desperate a little drunk a little
Tired.

New love makes you tired.
Most poets don't tell you that,
They want to believe new love makes
You sleepless aching and hot in the
Long, long night.

But it really isn't like that.

New love is like coming home after
Being out in the cold for a long, long time
And slipping into your favorite night wear
By a roaring fire that's been built for you
In advance and someone handing you the drink
You've been thirsting for
And putting your feet up as your drooping eyes
Close you feel an afghan being dropped
Over you covering you in so much
Fucking warmth.

New love is like sleep
A long time coming.

Poem for Meat Loaf

Chubby goofball rocker
Jean-jacketed vanguard of an army of dispossessed
Lonesome losers fingers itching
To rock and roll and rock some more
Together we'll kick down all
Old rotted doors rescue all the girls
We do not deserve (on paper),
We, unabashed romantics,
We, the drunkard pot smoking
Video game loving freaks
So many grand gestures
Falling from us like dying leaves
In a world hellbent on being realistic
And dull dull dull.

Together we will make a last stand
And consume the world in gulps
The only way anything can truly
Be loved.