Creatures of the Night
I think of no.
I think of amphetamine ghosts
Patrolling these streets.
Smelling of coffee
And used condoms.
Behind split curtains
Strangers studying sleep patterns.
What makes a heart pulse
What makes it sleep?
Disguising city lights
A mask of brush strokes
And mundane color patterns.
To help explain a sunrise.
At the tip
Of my cherry”
Thinking of prayer.
Thinking of Confession.
As an example to struggle.
Poverty stricken diligence.
Comprised of yellow teeth.
I think I have perfected my kneel.
Don't hold a breath
While I practice how to sigh.
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