Jagged Cuts Now

Through the tinted windows
i can see the lonely lap dances:
clergymen's apathetic abstinence.

i am lost in this blackness,
and my bed clothes are covered
in alley cat urine.

The strip club’s backdoor opens
and reveals a twisted dance,
where one stands moaning,
the other swallows,
all this with the sweats on my couch.