means to an end

we could share drinks instead of feelings
feedback fuzz the soundtrack of
throwdown card nights
until the room spins
and spots swim,
mud in yo eye

you've got that
live-through-this grin;
i'll see your misanthropy
and raise you a blade rush

(just keep)
idly flicking the knife,
ready at the first sign
of any exposed nerves,
and raise your glass to a
past worth chasing
the bottom of a bottle over,
repeat as necessary

(or)
until we forget why
we came
in the first place,


the point of it all.