Morning Glory

Marlboro smoke thick    
   
circles the room    
     
in a haze of light and shades    
     
sex fills it with excess.    
     
He inhaled my surplus in a waft,    
     
heaving and wheezing,  my neglect.    
     
Cheap perfume over funk    
     
I pour myself a Scotch    
     
waiting for him to leave.    
     
My 3 o’clock, it’s way after four.    
     
I got to pee clean my cock    
     
for the next jock,    
     
but this nigger won’t go.    
     
He’s wasting my    
     
time on his thin dime.    
     
Laying sprawled    
     
on the bed, like he ain’t heard.    
     
Another pull and I’m ready to blow.    
     
“You got to go!”    
     
He doesn’t move when I cross the room.    
     
“Hey!” I say.    
     
Then that yellow flow and recognizable stench.    
     
“Ah Shit!” I down my Scotch, cleaned him out, killed my cig    
     
grabbed my shit and bounce.    
     
Leaving him to his morning glory    
 
     
SaFire