The City

The city’s highway is lit up by bright lights and aggressive drivers
All racing on the same speedway
Taking different exits to make their landing
To the heart of downtown Portland, Oregon

Brew pubs line up both sides of the street like hookers
You get to pick one for taste

The dirty dives with neon lights
Patrons drinking Hamm’s in a can
Or the bitter sweet IPA
Filling your taste buds with class

Strangers hitting you up daily for change
Cigarettes, when your visiting for just awhile
Reality is you don’t have much of both

Music blaring through windows into the street
As people walk
Drivers pass by
Popped collar douche bags stamps inside right wrists
While trying to get a fee from photographers and their guest
VIP

Burlesque shows with beautiful women
Men
PDA is public places
Beer with a bite
Shepherd’s pie for dinner
Followed by perverted conversations

Gay friendly bars with naked bald big bellied men
On stands to dance and rub up against other men
Disco lights and bright colors
Old school and new school songs blare through
Warehouse walls
Lifting from turn tables
Drag queen DJ

Dancers dancing
People watching voyeurs
Rubbing asses against crotches
To the beats

Unisex bathrooms
Toilet paper streams on wet counters
Floors
Hoping it doesn’t stick to souls of shoes

No hand soap to wash hands
No reams of paper towels to dry off hands
Flamboyant voices and masculine
Gay bikers with shiny balds
Measuring up straight men as they walk by
Starting with the head all the way down the back side

Muscular black men
In tight white t-shirts

Greet you with a perma-grin
No ID check

Ordering yummy beers
Laughing with friends
Smoking in front
Gazing through finger printed windows
Noticing ones you went to high school with

Him coming out to say hello
Mentioning how we last saw one another
In dark alley ways of small coastal town
Saying I shouldn’t remember that
But I do


Getting shots of duck farts
Giving them to duck fart virgins
Eyes water

Heading into the night
Like Batman in a BMW
To cross borders into other states
Pulling over on freeways
To make out for a bit
Mentioned the fantasy while the night before you

Parked on an empty street with many houses
With few porch light on
Two have sex and butt sex and give blow jobs in back seats
Of a 1950 Pontiac with all original bells and whistles