in the morning it's hard to tighten my thoughts.
i spent last night in a flood of lights and club bass.
drinking heat and sweating over dancing girls.
baiting them out with singles and
(what i thought) warm inviting looks.
i can take you out of here.
fill your pockets and heart.
(my stomach hates me.wont stop cramping up.)
but she has no heart, just a hole in her nose.
and now enough dollars for a piece of granite exactly the same size.
just a robot in need of some grease.
gotta keep those joints from squiling ya know?
so i took the night off.
and the city slept fine.
i ended up staring at the ceiling and worrying.
about everyone else but her.
what a hero.
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