At
Graveyard hour
Your body crushes me.
Bones are stones.
Insomniacs together,
Blaming the other:
A future of guilt
Victims of
pointless stress;
Punch clocks
As we lie in the
Brightest darkness
Every breath, every micro-movement
We are playing
monkeys jumping on the bed
There is some red,
Some dazzling blue:
in the purple of my
Black-eye.
Oh honey,
Lady liberty won't bleach
our linens white
anymore
So sleep on the floor
Or bleed more frugally
