City
lights, beneath a burning skyline
Bums
and taxi-cabs crawl on by
Left
in the bar, lipstick note scrawled on a napkin
I
should have washed my hands of her months ago
But
for all my education, I never seem to fucking learn
Cross
my heart and the choked street
The
end is nigh
Chain-smoking
Parliaments and making plans
Cable
channel porn playing from the den
This
time tomorrow night
Our
rendezvous will be well under way
There’s
always time for a lengthy dip in the local quarry
