Dystopian Bar

Black crackled neon room, depressed lust, doom—

Amber Coke, Jack Daniels—cheap man in a room.

Sex-scented bar, whiskey lips, legs bared, erotic,

Perky blouse, homely smile—soju narcotic.

Minutes of love, soft femdom commanding must,

Pleasure and pity mingled, tender in their trust.

Husband or money, the question beckons us all,

Faded cologne of the last guy clings, her body tall.

Just God, give me one love like I imagine her now,

The lie I tell myself about how she looks at me—wow.

Neon hum fades, her breath still sighing,

The thick truth drips from inside, undying.