The Cab money is on the dresser

Abusive sleep overs and
blank eyes of
deconstruction

I am Not going to smile

My tears escape me
leaving ambivalence
and daydreams floating.

While the space between use
fills with
pasive agressive silence a
nd the emtpy condom wrappers,
that will be discarded
as quickly as you.

Your ethics
have no place here.

Silly things like
you name and
number will not
confort me.

Please don't stay.

Our slow dance of
selfdestruction
has linked us far too long.

This persuite of
selfish satisfacton
through taboo realations
and radical sexual content
have proven itself to be
fatal.

You can leave now.

Let me breath.
Don't touch this empty
shell or kiss me.

Go away and let me sleep,
in this damp hotel room
and this all to farmilar
stained sheets.

Please disapear
but take your
adultrous lips
and silver tounge with you.

Your hollow suduction
has done enough.

Let the horn and howls
from the distant highway
rock me to sleep

The smoke from you cigar
the comocasies and whiskey
will be my blanket.

Let the seizuring
florecent lights in the hall
be my lalaby

Just leave me here-
and let me cry.