IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT

by Nevada Kerr


Behind the mask, an empty boy
Devoid of hope, devoid of joy
Mutters maudlin in a dreamless sleep
Wanders bootless with two left feet

Blindly faithful, stiff and sullen
Rosy cheeks, a heart like melon
On his knees for fiend or felon
Ain't nothing cheaper than what he's selling

Dirty Dean's a tawdry queen
A pale and lean sex machine
Groggy, hog-tied, bored obscene
Despoiled beauty on a movie screen

On this street where lovers creep
Through the human wreckage of the rubbish heap
Vacant eyes get the prize
And all the johns are hollow inside


Written by © Raven Drake
November 26, 2006.

Created: January 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 11/1/07