the dark nights

the dark nights, debaucherous

thursday:
a date that ends with me jumping from a moving taxi
heading up eighth avenue
as i ditch one young man for another
a new someone i'd just met a few hours before
a friend of a friend of a friend who'd been drinking with us...

friday:
a hot mess of vodka, photography
sexualized dancing & replenished bottle service
at a popular downtown uber club
the night concludes with me sticking my fingers down my throat
at the hollywood diner on sixth avenue...

saturday:
what should have been a cozy cocktail party at ryan's penthouse apt.
devolves into a hideous display of controlled substances & bad behavior
luckily, another friend and i find some solace talking well into dawn
with a group of disarmingly intelligent & courteous high school boys,
all members of a hardcore death metal band...

the weekends are given to us
at the end of every five day period

you only get what you put in.

as i sit amazed
(come tuesday and still recovering)
at an imax theatre beside my friend mark

utterly mesmerized by heath ledger's performance
as the joker in the film "the dark knight"

captivating, terrifying, bravery beyond words

now i can't seem to stop saying his line
"why so serious?"

it plays in my mind, pours from my lips
over and over again
ad nauseam
over and over again

filling me with great, hedonistic joy

"why so serious?"
"why so serious?"
"why so serious?"