I grab the empty bottles
Put the glasses into the sink
Pick up my dirty underwear
Empty the overflowing ashtray
Open the window wide
To renew the air in the room
Where last night
We had talked, and smoked
Finished all the bottles
Of my cheap red wine
I straighten the pillows
On the old dirty couch
Where last night
We had fumbled around
Drunkenly but eager
Laughing about our inability
To fuck properly
Too drunk to get it up
Too befuddled
To know better
I broom the floor
Where last night
We had danced
All naked
Holding on to
Each other
Listening to music
We did not understand
To love songs
We did not believe in
I am cleaning up
The mess
That is my life