"worse"

"worse"
after tripping and losing the blonde by jake kilroy.

she's not right for you,
and you know that,

when she's ready.

but then a season skulks by,
a whoosh of gown and leaves,
green and guileless at first breath,
though red and foxy by last call,

and you haven't done anything with yourself

but get worse.

so you wonder.

and you learn new men have taken her out,

ones that'll introduce their parents,

that'll know what songs to play on the
drive out to romantic getaways,

that'll rent movies and cook,
that'll pray to a god he actually knows by name
in a church she believes in with real heart.

and you're still out in the wilderness,

cackling mad beside a campfire,

wondering why the forest won't burn.

you're starved for attention

after eating the scenery

and drinking the spotlight.

of course you're worse!

when was the last time you took the risk

that meant roasting your heart

to stiffen your cheeks

and weaken your resolve?

when was the last time

you picked up the check

with no plans for sex?

when was the last time

a needle hit the groove

and you danced with your partner

and told her you loved her

instead of wondering
what came next.

when was the last time

you left the country

and were able to say

you had a girl back home?

when was the last time 

you did anything

but get worse?