The afterglow of the Comedy
Wore off as we left the party
"That was easy," his poster-boy face
smiled, wreaking, pressed too close to mine.
I showed him my teeth
(compliance)
We stepped on, light from the Tiki kitsch
showing the way.
"You realize," he went on, "that my CEO
is a Wall Holder when he pees?
(It's true.)
I see him do it all the time in the
Executive Washroom." He extended
his arm, and paused his step, laughing.
It was late and I was beginning to feel
ill again.
He was going non-stop now, whatever
it was he ingested was taking hold,
"What do you think of when you hear the word
'cockpit?'" I shrugged
(indifference)
"I mean, do you visualize an airplane, a cock
fighting ring in rural Mexico (or next door, I thought),
or a six foot pit, ringed with dildos and cocks sticking
through holes?"
I don't answer
We stumble on - it's dark now, torches gone
"Hell," he says, "I'm heading back up there. That idea's
too good to waste."
I'm about to ask which one he thinks of when he turns on his
(drunken) heel
and half-whispers "Maybe they'll let me do
a few more in front of their mothers while they build it ..."
And then I know
