Rage against the dying light

19 Aug

There is nothing in this life that matters most

than to see you talking in the dark by yourself.

“I told him not to hit the left side of my face,”  you said.

While the spider crawls lightly behind your thigh.

“Because it will ruin the color of the dress,” you said.

I imagine what it’s like to feel the world turning sideways

in the light of dusk while we’re drunk on cheap rum & coke.

I imagine what it’s like to bleed in the face of the dying

light and tells it to “Go fuck yourself.”

These street corners are filled with the smell of chocking

diesel and the dying breed of honourable men.

“Our time will come when we dance in the sun,” you said.

As the spider lays billion of eggs in your crotch.

I imagine what it’s like to crawl alongside merry men in

the gutter of shallow dignity and tells the dying light

“Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.”

and kill the switch.

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