simulacrum
i see you
at the end of the bar, this bar
not your bar, and
its not you
but, it is
younger, just like
you used to be
more beautiful, just
like you
when you
were less used
drinking
in a mad panic
just like you, flirting
like a clumsy fool
just like you
destroying
10 minutes away
from the eager, easy
copulation
of the bar slag.
this version of you
this mirror
will never suck
my tongue, my cock (pity)
never feel
my lips upon her ass
her hole, never
be drowned, be drunk
with my cum
spilling out of her
as she holds the hand
and shares the life
of another.
it wont be me.
and i thank God…
one round
of one version of you
is more
than i can stand.
…doesnt mean
i wont try…