But Who Are You?
who are you?
I am the burning night
look into my crimson eyes
you want to know me,
take my hand,
I won't hurt you yet
show me where you live,
is it in a poem or a sieve
you fill with bourbon from a jar
hiddee hole beneath the bathroom drain?
are you ars poetica
or are you destined to expire at midnight
shoeless in the rain?
I ask again........
who are you?
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