The World As Viewed From A Martini Glass

it's tuesday but he wasn't there
he and she, the complementing characters
so no fussing at the heathen



dance is my secondary high
it being rigorously planned
but the beat courses through
the floor, feet hitting in accented
melody passing
with idle clicks and batters
so was the preprogrammed calamity

my hands are cramping from
the guitar and the homework
student living sucks

did he even think on me?
was i a portion of his thoughts?
or is it as i fear
and he wants nothing to do with me?