nourishment in kisses to my balding head
and an unexpected hello from abroad.
old faces talk close to mine,
invaded personal space
never felt so good.

tequila. tequila. tequila.

i throw the steaks on the grill
and make sure everyone has enough to drink -
i say hello to the people in the corner
and happily roll around the pool.

more hugs. more hugs. more hugs
catching up in the length of a cigarette.
a common denominator
holds us together
a little longer.





and i couldn't give a fuck about lost keys.
its consequences providing
unexpected surprises.