Thoughtless

I didn't think of you
Last night as I slept
Creeping feet outside the bedroom door

I didn't think of you as I showered
Scoured pores to white light

I didn't think of you in the glow of flumes
Swarming street lights with tax-rich pavement
Throbbing under sun

I didn't think of you

Bartender

Best finish that crossword, so you can tell Facebook how you feel today after waking up at the crack of noon, oily makeup stains on your pillowcase 

Down another shot of gold and saunter to our side of the bar

My eyes burrow into your cheap skin, boil you from your feet

You feed on the suffering of others,  throw back your head and laugh like the horrible thing you are

I'll tip you as I always do, so you can buy your new boots at the mall