poem of the day 07.11.13

jezebel’s

was a strip club off the boardwalk  in atlantic city

calvin and  i went there after he won

four-hundred bucks on the slots

and we were tired of drinking watered down

drinks in the casino

tired of walking the boardwalk

looking at older women in slut clothing

smoking my cigarettes and taking ritalin pills

that i’d stolen from a guy at work

calvin was tired of spending his winnings

on palm readings and 2pac t-shirts

he said, man, i wanna see some pussy

can you see pussy in a strip club in new jersey?

but i didn’t know

because the strip clubs that i had been to

were in pennsylvania (no pussy)

and west virginia (pussy)

i wasn’t exactly clear on strip laws around the nation

and i considered pussy a nice surprise whenever i saw it

i watched the ocean and the waves crashing

thinking about amanda evarts’ pussy

how calvin had been in love with her for over a year

only i’d been the one fucking her for a month

because i had a room in an apartment building

and calvin still lived at home

plus he was a virgin and going bald at twenty-three

two things that amanda evarts said turned her off

but the women at jezebel’s

didn’t seem to mind calvin’s baldness

especially when he started tossing his money all over the table

buying drinks for me, drinks for him, drinks for the strippers

throwing down a hundred for a lap dance

which they did in a narrow hallway outside the men’s room

with no privacy

just six couches and six guys with their heads back

six strippers bouncing on their laps

or pushing their asses in someone’s face

when calvin was done with his dance

he came shakily around the corner and said, let’s go

so i shot down my drink

and we walked back out into atlantic city

somewhere between jezebel’s and the boardwalk

calvin let slip that he’d come in his pants

in front of all of those strippers and horny men

he asked me not to tell anyone

he only told me because i was such a good friend

despite the whole amanda evarts things

i didn’t tell anyone for twenty-four full hours

until a group of us got plowed on long island ice teas

and i told everyone how calvin came in his pants at jezebel’s

but i told them that only after i’d blabbed on an on

about how good amanda was in bed

how tight her pussy was

and that calvin had no clue what he was missing

and when we came home from atlantic city

not only had calvin blown his slot winnings

but he was down nearly eight hundred dollars of his own

money that he’d been saving for a new car

so i gave him two of my smokes

and bought him a whopper at a burger king outside of philly

before i went to call amanda

thinking had i seen pussy or not in new jersey?

because i just couldn’t remember much

from the couple of nights before

and i still had a hangover from all of those

long island ice teas.