just couldn't hold it in

just couldn't hold it in

I puked on a man's shoes once.

it was on the subway and I was seated,

taking a bad hangover on a bad ride.

the air was thick and nasty

the heat scurried through my gut

my liver ached and my eyes hurt from the sight of people.

as I looked down,

all I saw were shoes,

shiny black shoes.

sweat dripped from my brow

and the smell of bourbon seeped through my breath.

my liver quivered,

my stomach moaned,

my head spun as I continued to look down at the shoes.

I could not lift my head for it was heavy and aching,

the subway air filled my lungs with its perfumed poison,

the heat and the sound of the metal wheels on the metal track

grinded and grinded my hangover.

the shoes,

the shiny black shoes.

I could not take another minute of it.

I felt the night and its glory surging up to meet the day…

I puked on a man's shoes once

then stood up and got off.