It's 10:00 o'clock

in the morning,

she's gone.

she is lying

underneath

somebody else's

sweat

by now.


chipped

***** dishes

in the kitchen

sink peek out

and yawn,



knowing quite

well that no one

will be

waking

up to

attend to

them anytime

soon.


12 little

aluminum can

soldiers lie

wasted across

my bedroom

floor.


I think

somewhere

between

the 6th or 7th

can she

really

did start

looking good

to me

and I to

her.


but now

it is


2:00 o'clock

in the

afternoon

and fortunately

for me,



the night

hadn't taken

any prisoners.



instead only

given

life sentences

of the

devil's

fate.


to open

my front

door.


to walk out

naked

under God's

crimson light

and hope

that someone

might


love me

tonight.