| Chocolate Desires |
| The circumspect blind night watchman Caresses the color in your stagnant mind Waiting to broach the subject of your desire As you laugh at the mismatched shoes Covering his sock puppet hands The lack of worthiness in his eyes Not subject to your pity nor your respect Your dagger bitch eyes attempt to catch his gaze Behind Ray-Ban saucers amusement You move on in Jezebel style Fording the river of tears That just washed out your home Dreams stuffed in your backpack Of other places and other times Are shouting to passers by Who smell of gold and croissants And offer you two left hands For your broken packet watch That used to tell only good times And happy hours in tea rooms Frequented by blissless whores With their own backpacks Filled with drawings of their daddy Standing in front of 56 Fords Dressed in 55 T's and levis Blowing long past kisses To cumulus clouded minds Attempting circumspect circumcision Of cranial foreskins Long since fallen from use Collecting moneys for your 31 favors Attentive out of date routines And concrete emotions You smile at candid police cams That track your every creamy pleasure And chocolate desire |
