yesterday's list
two last coffees - one rich, one poor
three last cigarettes
two black cats walking the floor
to kiss, claws scraping low
one more fraud, the ever-breathing scam of the world
one man pouring himself from a balcony
a lonely man stopping on the sidewalk speaking to me of family massacres,
the hope of government checks
I nodded, yes, I know
two make-believe time lords (from the end of the world, from sixteen years old, from nowhere)
paranoid skin
pumpkins
peach melba
words like a high, but they erase nothing
six angels calling for forgiveness,
the season of sacred children,
no mind to save us,
no longer any need for adults
three last cigarettes
two black cats walking the floor
to kiss, claws scraping low
one more fraud, the ever-breathing scam of the world
one man pouring himself from a balcony
a lonely man stopping on the sidewalk speaking to me of family massacres,
the hope of government checks
I nodded, yes, I know
two make-believe time lords (from the end of the world, from sixteen years old, from nowhere)
paranoid skin
pumpkins
peach melba
words like a high, but they erase nothing
six angels calling for forgiveness,
the season of sacred children,
no mind to save us,
no longer any need for adults