There Are Drums Along The Congo Poem by Johnny Noir

There are drums along the Congo
And violins in my head,
The wild women of Wongo are dancing
In eyeliner and war paint
And taking a chance on love;
Your feet smell like what I just threw up
But it tasted good going down,
I must be drunk
Because you look beautiful tonight;
Give me a signal when the train is coming
So I can jump out of my skin
And kiss you with my astral lips
And forgive you for marrying him
Instead of staying alone with my ghost
On the rooftop watching the full moon
Over cobblestone streets and torn curtains
At the tenement windows
Reveal the widow in her negligee dancing
To the radio every night like clockwork
And who gives a damn,
This is my midnight kiss off
To the millionth booty call
And soon it will be back at the bar
Chatting up European girls
In too much make-up
Who haven't got the brains god gave them
Because he took them back
When they missed the last payment,
But who am I to judge; god, that's who
And I jumped from the roof
Into your lesbian arms
Where you carried me to your car
And drove me home
On your slippery road to hell
And back and black and white looks like hell
In HD but that doesn't matter
As long I get you on your back