They say
body clock of the damned, but night is my day
In the
shadows lurk the dark girls, ready to lay
I’m so
easy because night is oil for the soul
Magical
like ebony chocolates in a chalice bowl
A bright
moon that makes night people swoon
Electric
chic and satin sheets is a sexual monsoon
Sidewalks
where cats and the damned like me meet
Listen to
the laughter on the drunken fun street
Jack
Daniels Coke or gin tonic mix
Crash the
heavy metal sweet and spin the dice for tricks
But the
absinthe and vermouth beckon to be kissed
Grab the
nearest girl and be dissed
Near to
morning light the warm bodies seek
Desperation
of the damned comes after the peak
Light is
so damn crass the only antidote is coffee’s lick
Time to
climb the stairs and stagger in with someone holding ….
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