note #59

the girlfriends
the boyfriends
with their music bumpin'
and their heads buzzin'

my days are
their nights
full of bar crawls
and drunken fights

but when the bars get shut down
they bleed out the crowds
into the streets like weeds where
their blitzed conversations crawl

they whisper their lies
and shout out
false rhetoric with no doubt
spreading the seeds of their hypocracy

the night-time people
see and hear
know without fear
the truths sought only at this time

and in our days
their nights
they breed, they bleed, they breathe
and we make it right

we tend their wounds
and ply them with booze
we ferry them in our cars
and avoid them outside the bars

yet when their day dawns
i close the curtains on my night
and whisper secrets to the pale rays of light
i know what you did, i know who you are
you're not gonna get very far.

note #58

i'm sorry if we grew apart, but, someday, our lives may meet again in the tangle of our branches and our leaves.