salivation

she whispered
into my ear
the meaning
of our wrists

why
temptation
is stronger than
redemption

that
the sky is a cage
and the ocean
is made of tears

she said this
in the night
on the street
walking away

me
shouting back
through the
black heat

that
her mother
was a
murderer

her father
was a drunk
and we
were martyrs

living off of
drugs and sex
like animals
of love

last call

sitting
2 am
looking
out
through the
flashing lights
and darkness
last drink
in front of
me on the bar

eyes wander
and focus
on the girl
on the dancefloor
with the blank
stare
highheels connected
to her legs
perfecting
her clumsiness

the disco
light show
shooting off her
red dress
and hoop earrings
she is the angel
of the 2 am
intoxicated
x eyed
panting, dreaming
losers

i know better
than to take
her seriously
i've seen her
dirty tricks before
stepping outside
into the cold
and quickly
down the street
to my cigarette
and single bed

i lay here
smoking
watching
headlights of cars
coming thru
the window
and for a second
her gypsy shadow
dancing
on my wall