Encased in a deep slumber you wait

Poured forth from your decaying throne, you wait

And wait

and wait

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mellifluous bones lacking any definition

jellied and canned for winter's feast
i am a meager heart at the moment

staring hard at you

wishing i felt

the burn, the itch, the desire of someone who was alive

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back to the wall pull back the red curtain

and feel the velvet crushing between your fingers

these are the moments when pauses become the demi gods

you pray to

.watch the women who wait

eagerly for the next one

ready to sell their wares

upon plump barstools

and from dusty corners

rip the cigarette from his mouth with your lips

and watch the drama unfold

between rolls of flesh sitting on heavy hips

like cherubine smiles

watch the waiting passing from beneath the breaths

coded messages to the next one and the next and the next

these are the days of the women

who watch the hands on the clock

at night that watches the man at the desk

watching it

And they say love doesn't bloom in billfolds.