A gutter hush
Of feet
Trampling water
As it runs
Down
Out in the atmosphere
Of shrill drunk
Laughter and crying
Where the engine
Of society
Shakes loose
It's nuts and bolts
The weekend is over
Let's mourn:
The slaughter
The harvest
Sleeping alone
The fall
The amber click
Of petrified leaves
On the asphalt
The last of the half truths
Told
Waiting
For someone
To get off work
The sad old men
Too lazy
To remove their wedding rings
Lusting and slobbering
Over their wallets
For more liquid courage
Cowboys and indian print dresses
Back in style
Bringing back the dead
In the treads
When we dance
Acute observations
Phantom psychology
Shrinking the spaces
Where we speak
In tongues
And in the cracked alley
Where the bar-backs smoke
We find the dusty library
Chronicled night
I take an Old Fashioned
Beneath the dim chandelier
And take the warmth it brings
To justify self-inflicetd hell
I don't want to be alone
With my thoughts
Here:
In the florescent grave
Just sleep.
Just dream.
Just turn in the bed
Like a rotisserie
Over and over
Until I'm done.
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