Boulevard Drive By

Glittering bill boards,
and cigarettes.

Chunky high heels click and clack against the pavement,
while the boys hoot and hollar at the Hollywood hookers.

We hit the strip,
on our way to the beach bonfires,
and extravaganza parties.

We valet at the Chateau to do lines in the bathroom,
and fuck some faceless models in the women's bathroom.

I see some Real Housewife crying in the lobby
as camera's flitter around her.

Fake plastic tears,
and broken eyelashes
with bikini dreams
and strawberry Popsicle fantasies.

I ask the hotel bar for an extra gin martini in a rocks glass.

He gives me a blue cheese stuffed olive,
and I chuck it at his fucking head.

Me and the crew are chased out of the building,
leaving our drinks behind.

We sneak back in and piss in the pool,
overturning priceless marble statues.

The cops are called,
but by then,
we're long gone.

Bruiser crushes up a handful of pills and snorts it on the dash.

Chachki flashes those "come fuck me" eyes
and soon i'm wrist deep between her thighs.

Valencia, hands me a blue wine bottle.

The label is peeled off and in its place is a strip of masking tape with the words FUCK JUICE hand written in pink sharpie.

I take a swig and feel my eyes rattle around inside my head.

Chachki cums and pushes me out of her.

She takes the bottle and drinks.

She sips it as if it's a rare ambrosia.

Finally we make it to the beach,
but it's nothing but a group of homeless Venice junkies,
and pissed rich kids.

I bogart the FUCK JUICE and strip down.

I run for the ocean.

As soon as my feet touch the water,
my dick shrinks inside me.

Valencia finds me, and strips down as well.

We make out for a while,
finishing off our mysterious concoction,
and wrestle each other into the water.

He pushes me under,
filling my lungs with water.

I grab him by the throat.

He's hard
and so am I.

I'm pushed under once again,
as the waves crash hard against the shore.

Valencia is knocked down by the current and pushed to the sand.

I, however, am pulled out further into the body of water.

I decide to stay afloat,
and rest my muscles.

The current subsides,
as I hear Valencia's fading call from the shore.

Above me the moon laughs,
almost hysterically.

I follow suit,
losing concentration,
and sink,
manically laughing until the end.