Pain drops slowly
Creating cryptic pleasures on the pages
Of yesterday’s bad news.
Limping back curving
Rolling down lusty roads
Fleeing from the ordinary moments.
Clean my mind, for now
Until the weekend girls
Scream silently in their red lipstick
Greeting my smile with darting eyes.
But if they smile back I have them
Wrapped in lurid fantasy
Where black leather daydreams keep me awake me at night,
Hostile mental takeovers
Take me under for the day
For an hour, a minute
Just a moment;
While we readjust the settings