A picture of a night with a girl i cant remember

We sat in a hotelroom hallway
with a thousand other
drunk kids passing
between us as
we sat and discussed poetry
and how cheap wine
went down just as
good as expensive wine
and abandonment;
like how it's just drowning
in silence and never feeling
relief, or better yet
a tree growing
in the centre of
a plain
Or getting caught
on a reef
when scuba
diving with
your friends
and they swim
away, unnoticed
to your pain.
so we went
to my hotel room
and drank
Long Island ice teas
and smoked speed,
twisted some
bedsheets
and busted
a few nuts
where i suppose
it was somewhere between
the warm sake and
the absinthe;
or maybe it was
in-between the
jack daniels and
the first bottle
of that grape
flavour vodka
we bought by
the dozen
that my friend
and i had to carry
in front of angry
muscle t shirt kids
that we wondered
if each individual
raindrop would
want a name
so we learnt
our names instead,

that always
makes me
laugh,
we bore our souls
and our bodies
to each other,
the complete strangers
we were
before we learnt
our names