Three Regrets

I've never seen the sunrise
over the East rim of the crater,
where interstellar debris
sunk Reno City, three years
from now.

I let the world end when
I left it unattended to spend
the night with you, emptying
beer cans just so we would
have something to throw
at unsuspecting, oncoming
traffic.

And, remember that girl
that you said was too good
for me? The one with the
big eyes and the
big thighs
and you never shut up about
how she offered to make me
soup when I was hungover.
Well last night I threw her
under the N line at 47th and
Judah.
Not really, but I wish that I had.