Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles castanets
 
Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass
 
Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could
~~~
 
Poet of the call-girl storm
 
She left a note on the bedroom door.
“If I’m out, bring me to.”
~~~
 
I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/your eyes
 
Death is a good disguise
for late at night
 
Wrapping all games in its calm garden
 
But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile
 
I’ll still take you then
But I’m your friend

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