Impressions, sometimes,
Are derelict,
As the gay dude initially thinks
I’m coming on to him
To then sit listlessly
A couple nights later
As I ignore him,
Talking to the gorgeous female bartender
With the spectacular body,
Articulating, expressing and,
Generally,
Embodying everything
I’d initially wanted to see in the gay dude
The other night
When
I smiled at him.