Watch Your Dreams

I am sitting
the corner walls holding
the chair up.

The music blaring
and you are so vulnerable.

You are dancing
your boots
you probably think say
�fuck me�
and your little club shirt
you think says the same.

The human attached to the small
hypodermic
by a bony hand
looks like he thinks the same.

You and your alcohol
poor girl
staining your black leather pants
when you collapse after his needle is clumsily inserted
into your neck.

Our eyes meet
I can see the terror
like a deer in headlights
your body limp like
an obliterated deer dragged off the highway by the Highway patrol.