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What Happens Here, Stays Here
By: Charles Phillips

The hangover is coming
that time when you know what you did was good
the best thing from the night before
I can barely walk
let alone stand
I hear the vacuum cleaner in the next room
it sounds like someone walking a bridge made of baby cats
I have a horrible pain in my back
and my knee feels like it’s been shot
I figure I went out dancing
simply because I smell like sweet
and bad cologne
I’m still wearing the clothes from the night before
and I’m sure that I did something stupid

The hangover is here
and it feels well deserved
the welt on my knee lets me know that
that combined with the nail marks in my back
the only thought going through my head
is man I could go for some coffee right now
so I continue to stagger my way through the morning
overlooking the mess on my living room floor
the piles of discarded clothing,
broken bottles,
and flipped over furniture

I finally reach the kitchen
it feels like it took me forever and a day
I start the pot
and walk over to the bar
as I start pouring my glass of scotch
the smooth alcohol falling into the glass
bringing back with it some memories
those things I did the night before
the amazing amount of money I blew
the strange burn mark on my right hand
as I spend all this time wondering what I did
I hear the sound of heaven
the coffee pot has gone off
and its time to start the day

So I go to pour my first cup
and as I do the dark roast fills my nose
making feel better about the start of the day
I grab my coffee
and start some toast
pour a bowl of cereal
gather my things
and head to the couch
the cold leather sofa quickly reminds me
that I’ve been walking around the house in nothing more than shirt and smile
knowing full well my roommates or party guests
could have seen me in the semi-buff
as I kill my cup
and eat the piece of toast
I hear you giggle
from loveseat right across from me

Without fail I cross my legs
making sure you can’t see the business
you giggle again
the intoxicating sound of this sweet voice
leading me to check on the person that caught me
your perfect green eyes
that could see into the soul of the toughest man
your hair messy from the night before
I keep looking into those eyes
no even realizing that your wearing around the same amount of me
but black lace to my flannel
I quickly pick up the red dress from the other side of the couch
the whole time using pillow as a modesty cover
the sight of this makes you snicker some more
as I hand you the dress that I assume is yours
you put it on
I ask what happened last night
and take off one of your black lace esquire gloves

Then I see it
shining in the sun
like glow stick in a blackout
a token that isn’t taken lightly
I ask what we did if anything
and simply point to your hand,
stand up,
walk over to me,
kiss my forehead,
walk behind the couch,
wrap your perfect arms around me,
lean by my ear and whisper,
“We have nothing but time.”,
and walk into the kitchen.

The hangover had lifted
and life is good

1/26/2013

Description
What Happens Here, Stays Here
By: Charles Phillips

The hangover is coming
that time when you know what you did was good
the best thing from the night before
I can barely walk
let alone stand
I hear the vacuum cleaner in the next room
it sounds like someone walking a bridge made of baby cats
I have a horrible pain in my back
and my knee feels like it’s been shot
I figure I went out dancing
simply because I smell like sweet
and bad cologne
I’m still wearing the clothes from the night before
and I’m sure that I did something stupid

The hangover is here
and it feels well deserved
the welt on my knee lets me know that
that combined with the nail marks in my back
the only thought going through my head
is man I could go for some coffee right now
so I continue to stagger my way through the morning
overlooking the mess on my living room floor
the piles of discarded clothing,
broken bottles,
and flipped over furniture

I finally reach the kitchen
it feels like it took me forever and a day
I start the pot
and walk over to the bar
as I start pouring my glass of scotch
the smooth alcohol falling into the glass
bringing back with it some memories
those things I did the night before
the amazing amount of money I blew
the strange burn mark on my right hand
as I spend all this time wondering what I did
I hear the sound of heaven
the coffee pot has gone off
and its time to start the day

So I go to pour my first cup
and as I do the dark roast fills my nose
making feel better about the start of the day
I grab my coffee
and start some toast
pour a bowl of cereal
gather my things
and head to the couch
the cold leather sofa quickly reminds me
that I’ve been walking around the house in nothing more than shirt and smile
knowing full well my roommates or party guests
could have seen me in the semi-buff
as I kill my cup
and eat the piece of toast
I hear you giggle
from loveseat right across from me

Without fail I cross my legs
making sure you can’t see the business
you giggle again
the intoxicating sound of this sweet voice
leading me to check on the person that caught me
your perfect green eyes
that could see into the soul of the toughest man
your hair messy from the night before
I keep looking into those eyes
no even realizing that your wearing around the same amount of me
but black lace to my flannel
I quickly pick up the red dress from the other side of the couch
the whole time using pillow as a modesty cover
the sight of this makes you snicker some more
as I hand you the dress that I assume is yours
you put it on
I ask what happened last night
and take off one of your black lace esquire gloves

Then I see it
shining in the sun
like glow stick in a blackout
a token that isn’t taken lightly
I ask what we did if anything
and simply point to your hand,
stand up,
walk over to me,
kiss my forehead,
walk behind the couch,
wrap your perfect arms around me,
lean by my ear and whisper,
“We have nothing but time.”,
and walk into the kitchen.

The hangover had lifted
and life is good

1/26/2013