i Bar

Furtive glances
Then I steady my gaze
For a while
That seems longer
Strobe lights blurr
The music pounds
The fourth RC on the rocks
I want to take him home
Just for tonight
Then I lose him
In the crowd of bobbing heads
And we too
Need to head for dinner
Thai curry and steamed rice
This is better
Than the bitter squabbles later
Than the suspicion and guilt
Than the sleeping pills
Than going to bed cursing the ones in love
This is better by far
Furtive glances and the gaze
Blurred in strobe lights