Funky town

 
Like a poetic whore
I drink the wine
while the girl next to me
chases rabbits in her dreams
The dumpster is our castle
I her crimson King
she my red Queen
for each other
we bleed
we live in a world
only poets know
and when the sun peels over
the suburban dawn
we mingle with the pleasant folk
no one aware
of our royalty

from my upcoming book Sid & Mary ( Opal )