from delusions of self righteousness
And sinking the remains of the day
Into imported Russian vodka.
There's only divinity in comedy.
The waterfront lights up
Like New Years Eve.
I, like Romeo,
Build myself an artificial night.
The shapeshifting sweat
of strangers dancing
Puts a hand to my heart
And all I feel is the clamoring:
the straps and buckles of restraint
the fashion of passion,
What world is this;
that enables us to obsess
the way we do?
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