Past Midnight

 

past midnight
tired as hell
eyes cracked/crapped
blood bulbs/   egg shells
& the fingers click
on the keyboard, arthritic
& it’s medicinal heaven – eyes zoom in
eyes zoom out
u tripping
or just flippin’ me the bird?
yeah, me the bird
& i’m flying home to you
that’s right
if your looks could kill
i’d be cut up
mutha . . . .

o, never mind then
just go.

you better call the shots
see the arrows    for
where they lay & cast your gaze
‘cross that beautiful smile
in the mirror
of my heart

& then he wakes up

from his vaselined dream
& his bed’s still single
& he’s still stoned
thinking about that other one
you know the one
the  brunette one that lives
down memory lane
at number 2
it’s a split life
so just obey
   obey
   obey
   obey   
the hunger of your heart
dear one.