Midnight

Sweet taste, toothpaste, if I was the orthodontist. Mid-
night, wide mirror of the idiot that I am seeing, making
faces, clean and smart, I see too many sides of me in small
seconds. I have the power with me, in here, with no music
or poetry. I am on semi senses, kind and deceptive. Water

is my enemy, I turn around and you are smoking a cigarette.
A split universe, verbal and non verbal. At midnight here is
where I am, a heart that is beating in forgotten worlds. She is
still here with me, and I am crossing my toes. Ducktaping
the word 'Help' together, she smiles and I am all teeth. Weird.