Funky town

Like a poetic w***e 
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