ashlee workman ashlee workman is a poet from carpentersville, il. she likes to drink. ARWorkman7@hotmail.com   Mattress Sitting on the mattress Like two drunken princesses I’m not sure of all these faces I might know a few They are all parading around the room We wait like royalty If they want our conversation They’ll have to come over and get it My beverage seems to be lacking juice I think the liquor has bullied it all out Pure Vodka on a flying mattress When we leave I’ll polish off the bottle You’ll just get sick Losing your accessories Drenched in puke   Night Life Her perfumed wrists smell like magnolias Licking her teeth at the mirror Dazzling the atmosphere with playboy glamour Glitter on her neck Fingernails painted sinfully red Astute with bar junkie knowledge Keeping her body tied to the dance floor Showing off her finest assets Dancing with the “Lords of Acid” Sweet in strobe light immortality Calling upon the weak Summoning sex Living it up in high heels and red lipstick Gorgeous with night life Beckoning a victim She’s hungry with heat Waiting for the right moment to sink in her teeth He follows her short skirt into the alley When the door is closed she lifts him by his neck With a laugh towards his cowering lip she slams him back to his feet She licks his tear with encouragement Towards the light of the moon she sucks out his life She slinks back into the nightclub Dancing with sharp cleverness Death lay in the back uncovered She could care less Waiting Waiting for another deer to cross her path   To Save The Night Buried in dust to save the night He is titanic I need a drink to slow down the pace I am revving This place resembles an 80’s commercial My Marlboro fingers are in the midnight itch Vodka slams Music in deaf tones I could lick it This place melts like dusk Camel looks holy standing mighty in sandals Speaking to me in rich tones He lets me know that my book has been read It’s so late that it’s becoming a toss up between the back of my eyelids or porcelain The faeries are whispering I’m trying to listen to them but I’m dizzy from bouncing off the moon And “The Wall” says it’s time for bed He’s in for disturbances at the break of dawn The morning rises but I’m still buried To save the night   Disadvantages Ever wonder where your clothes are? And why you woke up naked on an uncomfortable shrub? Drinking has its disadvantages I just haven’t got a clue My breath might be stanky But so is the rest of my body Soon I’ll be bent over a toilet puking Get in line boys I know how attractive I must be sounding My left eye won’t come out in the daylight I’ll just squint until I pass out My tongue seems to be attached to the roof of my mouth Do they have a cure for this? A special shot that makes your situation not seem so comic If so I’ll gladly sleep ass up Just inject me with as little movement as possible My vision is acting like bad receptive television I forgot even what I was talking about Right, drinking has its disadvantages I just don’t have a clue

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