somebody take my feet
and string me up
she is restless and waiting
wanting more

the crowd gathers below

we are nights in armor
we are shining
and opening up flesh
with golden skill and
insane amounts of practice

collecting the photographs
strewn about the dance floor
mother Mary
is running in circles
and chasing her tail

Kevin, the illiterate
is sticking out his chin
,but also
more importantly, his legs
while he spins
the noise and whiskey away

to the night
where we crowd up the old ruins
where we start the fires of our youth
and watch them slowly burn
until the sun comes up
and we awake
deep
in the silence
of infinity.