and I never sleep.
Give me a smile,
show me how gasoline your scene is.
The table is stolen
and the girl in the corner,
well, her dreams
are broken.
Lose the room
and use the shadows
as Braille
before you even wake up.
My passive heart,
a hollow muscular organ that pumps blood
through a circulatory system
by rhythmic contraction and dilation.
Found in a river running
where never giving up
is the only option
by far, for good or ill.