The Audacity of My Ass

by Jerry Ratch

Thinks he's dating super-models

but is never quite sure whether they're

really just high-priced hookers

on a charity binge,


I am man

I am whiskey, snorting trouble

I smell of our cars

I am trouble

in the disappearing night


The white moon is dangling

by a thread tonight

I close my eyes

and listen to it undress



Then there were car windows

bashed out on both sides

Glass on the ground

like Kristallnacht


That's a fight

That's a romance

gone bad