Hold
I wait in crowded Satin clubs
“Waitress…cold on the rocks”, wait; “without rocks”, too hard on a bitten tongue.
Hold me, kiss me, touch me, kill me. No Ones there.
Cruel she hopes to his mindless words,
throttled
“I miss you, I keep you”, muttered aside
Pain, simple earnest lie!
“I love you, but hate me”
Dainty streaks of light, blistered through the window,
Day or Night?
“Wake up!” he says. “Wake up!”
“out to the hole, and stamped again!”
Just a phase I hope.
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