Efi Hatzimanolis #5 'the morning after poem'

I should get out more often. I’ve just woken up, Sunday morning thick headed, a cluster headache about to fuck me, two heads writing this, an echo of last night’s engagement party full of suburban millennial girls doing dirty dancing that looks like OMG is that like dry humping against the wall that’s probably on Facebook as I write while their boyfriends dressed like their girlfriends in skintight monochrome hang out the back of the club on the football oval looking like single magpies on their smartphones no one under 30 looks happy probably because they’re botoxed to the max with lips of platypus to match simultaneously shitfaced and self-conscious which is a bad combination when you’re trying to look cool for tomorrow’s Facebook page, anyway what was I saying? Oh yeah, I’ve really got to go out more often 

<img: viking trash and me in the photo booth>