Black Sonnet Café

Let us practice in the dark

She’s a nouveau poetess

In a black lace thrift store dress

Do her right and leave some marks                   

Disappearance in the park

Everything just makes me stress

Living in this wilderness

Think I’ll go and shoot up sparks

In the company of whores

Not so perfect, I’m a creep

Please come back, I want some more

Up all night ‘cause I can’t sleep

Now and then forevermore

Promises that she can’t keep