We Both Alone One Night in Hell

We both alone one night in hell,

And the air so thick and hot and dense,

And in a few hours I know I'll be dead.

And you at one end, our legs entwined,

and the leather drips beneath your venom.

And the blue light outside comes in and I sit up.

"Television was a baby crawling toward that death chamber," I say.

"The Divine St. Allen,"

And you nod and I say

"With mother finally f-cked," and you are not her,

But get up anyway, and I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that, in a few hours,

my life will hit a wall of steel bricks as I ponder and I wonder,

The ticking of a clock in my chest and the light through yonder window breaks, a morning whispers birdsong, like the torment of an artificial alarm to sound the break of another listless, sober dawn...

And...