Funky town

Like a poetic whore
I drink the wine
while the girl next to me
chases rabbits in her dreams

The dumpster is our castle
& I her crimson king
& she my red Queen
& for each other
we bleed

we live in a world
where only poets know
& when the sun peeks over
the suburban dawn
we mingle with the pleasant folk
& no one is aware
of our royalty