To The Late of Night

To The Late Of Night


Again�"again, swift friend
To our end, again…
We commune to the late of night
to suspended tunes with distractions
made of bubbling mighty Satisfaction
in silver streaks
forgetful of our life’s flight
Not meek of Right

But that life style
with surround sound slapping
steel-hard flesh whilst
a wolf’s eye inside
nude full moons, moons
so pale too soon to rise…

Again�"again, we failing friends
Tribune this piercing
scream of only instincts,
inarticulate
again�"just stiff, obtuse sticks
instructed by our wilderness

not to feel or think
Lack common sense so stuff it hard
lick and suck it
until it’s gone�"happy�"endings:

dispensing wars with
eagerness of eagles’ energies
Or in Xanax-shaped tears
melting memories
in beads of suffered sweat

Naught to forget…

Again�"again, we ravens,
crazed friends from paper cups
sup’ nesting cockholds
syringe-able suspensions’ luck
again�"and somehow
through the groin’s gruff
and guile of drug-induced f***s…

Again�"again, commenced
Love-lost sex-lust
we forget to “be”

Us
again if only friends amok
our eyes off to the shadows, flee
on walls written on bedroom showers
greasy with gristle
and regretful towers

powerful stink whilst spits
illusions...

Again�"again, tell that friend
Without refusing
us again, our spinning life
begin again�"we clones commune
to the late of night
numbing the looming doom
our wool’s worth
Libra scales and afterlife
Oh the tithes which bite

To the late of night...