there are no marathon nights to fill the divde that lies between us like a moat.
there are barely enough sips of whiskey to keep us from going down each other’s throat
regardless of what was spoke.
there are only a few minutes left to fight a savage tiger or a darkly driven goat.
there are beasts foraging on the corner for blankets, steaks, salads and coke
it’s a zoo and we’re all so broke…