A Cool Blue Breath the True Color They See

Ever since that dip-shit affliction

My sullen slow-burn eyes

Behave like two jaded men of letters

A couple knuckleheads without belief

End of a long day

They harmonize a pair of sighs

And sit on the bed puffing a cigarette 
Pilfered from my lover's purse

All night they follow meandering paths

Left dry by my receding dreams

Come morning my eyes 

Pick fights with my nose 

They speak

When I have nothing left to say

It should come as no surprise they weep
Piss-water apotheosis

I swear as soon as chance permits

They’ll start a shit-stupid war

On the wrinkles of my desert face