A Night On The Town
We drive and we sit and we think-talk
The wind blows words out of our mouths before we can
And through our satanic smoke rings
A small section of the Athenian catastrophe.
Unfolding with the falsely spreading lights…
You roll the windows up
And the top down
And we cloud gaze..
Out cocoon of heat is a shelter
From everything we are,
And everything we are scared to be...
Only a short while now.
Our cigarettes will run out,
And we will too
Eyelash wishes won’t save anything now…
You’ll never understand
Naïve little boy.
Copyright © Niki Lekkas | Year Posted 2010