Don't Leave The Monster Unattended

how quickly my wits left me
in the chaotic hyperbole of a Saturday night

whiskey and weed were not enough
those every night adventures had grown trivial
and this was a night that called for something
special

phone calls were dialed to shady contacts
eleventh hour appointments were made
congress of the underbelly

girls like ravaged angels
danced barefoot on shag carpet
lines reminded me of Houdini
disappearing as they hit the glass

at dawn
i took one of heaven's broken creatures
back to my place
we made god cry
then cried for ourselves
knowing that a night that should have never began
was far from over