mark anthony st. rose
A Boy's Night Out - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
Themselves they drown, the night, the booze,
The tits, the laughter to quell, sorrow.
Ladies dance to entice the dim lights,
As eyes delve deep into empty spaces
For a fee.
An exoticness dominates, penetrates,
Still lonely hearts fail to infiltrate.
Stirring passions rise and fall
Faster than the sun,
Or like a fleeting spark on it’s ember,
Faces lusts hardly remember
As the night is lost in the booze,
The tits, the laughter to quell sorrow?
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