I'm a blind man without a sun.
We live in different mirrors.
You have light for everyone.
I live life that never appears.

Stalling is my only move.
We'll really live tomorrow.
One more chance to prove
one more chance to borrow.
Promise to pay my bar tab
with an IOU of pure sorrow.

The thirst never leaves
feed me sate me please.
You brought temptation
a paper bag invitation.
My throat is dry dust
promises die in trust.

Keep laughing
you never cried
at my dancing
all I did was died.
My soul is prancing
pearly gates pride.

It was an antiseptic space. The doctor said
   something I couldn't quite hear because loud
   seconds echoed from recent life I lived instead
   and the waiting room had an infested crowd.

   I heard stage 4, in your blood, invading your
   entire body, maybe 3 months. The noise shone
   louder. Each tick became a bomb in a war zone.
   Deafening. I thanked her and shuffled home.

   My girl just turned 2. Collateral damage.
   What god does this to my wife and our baby?
   I'm smaller each day disappearing in young age
   I smile air kisses goodbye to my fading family.

My libido was off the charts
with Striptease dancer's arts.
15, last row tiny women dance
tempting with teased romance
sweating in worn broken row
they pop balloons and I know
I swear I saw her tattoo thigh,
one more drink staying high,
one more pull from my flask.
Just one last question to ask.

Strip our beds
of all the sheets.
Wash wet dreams
off the ***** streets.
Sleep on warm grates
wrapped in old news
sleep in a needle waits
dream death's blues.