Bottled Water Sleep

Bottled water sleep, emptied, standing
flies drink without contempt.

Neon lights glow, creeping towards me through the shutters, across the ceiling

Wretched crumpled sheets empty
Stains of innocent lust the night before
Scattered news of worldly affairs covers the floor

Dreams of something infinitely gentle
time for murder in the streets, six o'clock news, fuzzy dot interference, decaying madness, endless, ever continuing, never ending

Noise of door latch clatter
entering a closed conversation
don't open till morning

One or more bags of a weeks wages
blown, without control, rent now due

Confused sexuality, is everyone lost walking these streets of Long Beach.

Got to go, no longer can breath
Love no longer a desire, a must!