The man sits neon lights in his eyes, dry
Tonight in the CBD there is no sky
People with different clothes on; make me calculate angles, to many
I am a communal animal, being friendly
Why don’t they cause pizza stall mischief?
At midnight… tits, thighs, feet, my frontal lobe can’t list ‘em
She is the night’s prize
Signaling a taxi as it drives by
I hear breaking bottles while I am preaching tales directed by female laughter
N’ caught some headlight beams as a car went past
“What are the males fitness regimes, aren’t they all… cold” I laugh
“Am I a straggler that stops the bird flock from taking flight?”
“Maybe they’re seagulls, that fight and peck till the end of the night”.
I write this poem because, the time I have spent with you, it has been 10 years
And for each one, less than a years sleep and just a single tear :o)
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