burn/burn

Go ahead
reach deep inside the pocket of
my sinful desire
the place where hope is buried
a damp and deserted place
sheltered from the light of day

Oh, come hither you ominous cloud
resurrect the life inside these stale bones
where the marrow of brokered
dreams lay inhaling and exhaling
coughing up phlegm
fighting for the right to die respectably
in a low rent apartment
with bed bugs/ramen noodles/corn bread
purchased with stripper/showgirl salary
sweaty palms and hot flesh
on cold linoleum floors
breaking bread with strangers

Go ahead
come on in, take a number
beggars eat here for free with
promises baked in concrete ovens
where a brown suede coffin engulfs
my body in flames

Go on mister man
play your song/do your dance
burn/burn this midnight away
barter my beauty for the ashes of geishas