sunset never

she boldly asked
"are you awake?"
at 3 am
and i rolled over like i always do

at the sunset, 10 hours ago
i was awake for sure
crouched in the corner
waiting for the bordeaux to age
and she hit me with a song
like no other I had heard

"dinner is served, dear,
are you hungry?
are you waiting for me?
is this the last supper for you and me?"

just then, the big light dipped into the horizon
pitch black doldrums again
forcible exit again
in my memory
i have but one love
in my memory
i have but one dream
it's of you and me
crouched in the corner
wine-drenched lips
waiting for the sunset
never

adt

short hills, nj

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nothing better than dead fish

i'm sitting, square in the middle of every day

awkwardly tilted to the left

miranda rights and all

i'm not sure they'll find me yet

crates and barrels along the sewer path

dead fish buried amongst the poor and

trodden down

the ones they couldn't eat, you know

the lady frowned and burned her stockings

couldn't go to the loo so quickly

she said

i jazzed up some concoction

held it up to the sky

winked at my neighbor

and drank slowly

you see

it's passion that buries the hatchet

creates wonder and joy

not a schilling or a cent

a mental journey folds

in the town near my birth

one, two, three

four

you

adt

short hills, nj

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