If we’re tired,
Let’s sleep.

Crimson skylines hold no beauty
Through my fogged eyeglasses.
Playing connect-the-dots with the stars
Until the puzzle has been solved.
There is nothing left.

Drunken zombies on ***** sidewalks,
Silver tongues on beautiful men,
False reality, inescapable.

I haven’t seen you smile in years.
The candle was snuffed long ago.
Burning love letters,
Staining sheets with tears and lipstick,
Ripping out grass in handfuls,
Shattering mirrors for the bad luck.

If we’re tired,
Let’s sleep.