I think of no. <br />That is, <br />I think of amphetamine ghosts <br />Patrolling these streets. <br />Smelling of coffee <br />And used condoms. <br /> <br />Behind split curtains <br />Strangers studying sleep patterns. <br /> <br />Questions: <br />What makes a heart pulse <br />Or <br />What makes it sleep? <br /> <br />Disguising city lights <br />A mask of brush strokes <br />And mundane color patterns. <br /> <br />Smoking cigarettes <br />To help explain a sunrise. <br />“Orange horizon <br />That expands <br />At the tip <br />Of my cherry” <br /> <br />Thinking of prayer. <br />Thinking of Confession. <br /> <br />Abusing sin <br />As an example to struggle. <br /> <br />Poverty stricken diligence. <br />Pit stains <br />Without antiperspirant. <br /> <br />Smiles <br />Comprised of yellow teeth. <br /> <br />By God! <br />I think I have perfected my kneel. <br /> <br />Don't hold a breath <br />While I practice how to sigh.<br /><br />A.j. Binash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creatures-of-the-night-12/
