The Night Is For The Poets -

The Night Is For The Poets -

A Poem by Count Humilus
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Waking up weak

I thought too much in my sleep

Snow floating heavy

My red lighter is frozen

The joint in hand useless

The sky blue less

If the nights are getting shorter,

then who will write for you?

Who will live for me?

Daydreaming in the dark

An empty glass

An empty question

Lost in our rippling reflection

Found in our blatant deception

Girls line up on the left now

Drugs on the right

Friends absent in time,

Harboring past shadow’s shine

Quivering lips

Underrated fetishes

Fusion of styles

Clothes and music

Girls and getting high

Work and deep breaths

True friends live forever

True nights passed down

It gets dark from time to time

 Us poets of the night

We sleep the deepest in the brightest of lights

 

 

© 2011 Count Humilus


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A Poem by Count Humilus