One Night Stands

One night stands only make up for a continuous motion of mistakes. Plethora of crazy excuses, game, I don't want to hear. Let it all hang out, balls out, with nothing else to give, but blue balls in return. The tortuous pain of feeling like cheap whisky from Brewers yeast.

Happened to be hung-over by the pounding of ferocious teeth gnawing at the grind of the wasted streets. Death by charts that rise like six figures salaries, on display, to be bragged by the highest bidder.

Glaring eyes that are full of shit. You go on and on and on about your deal-deals. Relaxing like lady love on your pillows of white Egyptians. Chill with me like a dude, but don't ask me for ass because I am not cheap, disco thrill.

Heavy hearts ado, but don't abide to you, put that bone away, so I don't have to play ball with the big leaguers. Getting Rocks off like Rock stars - are full of pack bars with groin pangs of scars.

Eyes gone exploring. And soon to be forget me nots and burial of lost words.
Traveling east of Eden, I walked past the Golden Gates of salvation. One kiss begins with one choice. Shuffling of lost keys, disheveled on your couch, white messy collars, ...ruffled hairs, tousled in an assortment of colors end with death.

Tick tock goes my heart, like a clock-work of mechanisms that seems to stop for no Time.

Pernicious thoughts creep into my head. I am supine in this state of mind. Novice works abide to no rules.