If I were just listening
another ten minutes pass.
I don't want to go to bed.
I don't want to stay alert.
My evening is ruined
by something
you'll never understand.
neither will I, adieu
with you or without you
I'm making it back to where I started from,
my martyrdom
in massage parlors in the back streets
in secure "do-it-yourself"-es.
a minute until I
turn into something else.
Put on a tie and a fitted shirt
and go to hell for a fix of gold.
well, that's something I'm told.
you sleep or die or browse my book of life
you know I lie.
So why do you ask.
Why do you think you're making my special friend
until the end
which comes at the dawn of day
stay away.