Willie Smith

Bad Boyfriend

Making good time, 
having a good time, 
pushing 80 on I-90, 
3 o’clock 
of a June morning, 
not a taillight in sight, 
in the rearview nothing to see. 
Seemed a good time to eat the Adderall. 
Washed it down with Early Times, 
straight from the fifth. 
Secure in the knowledge 
wheel secure in left hand, 
foot feeding gas 
to an engine purring 
smooth as a cougar eating a 
beating deer heart. 
Having a good time, making good time, 
me and my beater eating up the road 
between me and you. 
Never harmed a hair on your head. 
Till the night you left, and I ran after, 
swerved ahead, 
gave a taste of the knife 
to your two-time tit. 
Now I’ve had a good time 
with that same knife 
and your gay blade of a Princeton boy, 
gonna pop you outta that locker. 
Drive to a secluded beach. 
Spit-roast heart and liver 
over an open fire. 
Eat you all up. 
Before I strip, pad over sand, 
and walk the last of our memories 
into the waves, having a good time, 
making time bad.