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Nights Knows - An ode to Sydney
If Night had a nose
of course it would be running
from the bridge on down.
Night's thick calves would cha-cha-cha
holes in your dance floor.
It's hair? Black fire; under control
but still dangerous.
Night's face: Venus in the open sky,
a mask over back alleys wet with trash
Rancid with rats
But it’s eyes are green flashing lights saying "Go-go-go-go...".
Night's body would be heavenly
with little needle holes to let the stars shine through.
If night were me, I'd kill the sun and never let you go.
-Beats like a big bass drum-
-Moans like scotch pouring through a saxophone-
Night's lips would always be pouting and puckered on some poor cheap sick movie star.
It's voice a ka'billion cars
RevRevRevvvving with alarm.
I tell you it breathes
sweet magnolia breeze.
When morning comes creeping in that back door
And all sane people are asleep,
there's just me and you
playing in the abandoned puddles of dawn.
That's tonight. Isn't it?