downtown.

streets filled with
people
moving, weaving,
in and out of
foot traffic,
too many people
for cars to pass through,
familiar faces everywhere
but not saying words
to you,
taking in the scum
of this town
all at once
makes you feel more
drunk than
these fuckers -
and who's this asshole
with the stupid hair
looking at me?
no one worth recognizing
i guess,
move on!
people stumbling over
each other,
holding up each other,
puking on each other,
this guy,
he's getting laid tonight,
let me tell you -
did you SEE the
way she was
looking at him?
this is too much,
really,
but i must make it
out of here
before midnight
when i turn into an asshole,
so i'll go home now