Catch Afire

I’ve been hanging with the hollow men
In shiny suits and cocaine teeth
Morning brings the broken numbers
On whose padded shoulders
The world pretends to balance

I’ve been hanging with the hollow men
All shiny cars and champagne nights
Morning brings my broken teeth
On a gold plate stolen
From scales of justice mangled

I’ve been hanging with the hollow men
With pockets leaking blood
Morning kills another day
With gigabytes and gangrene
With promises to pay

I’ve been hanging with the hollow men
With breath that reeks of cancer
Morning pulses through my veins
Needled sunlight serenades
Another vault to plunder

I’ve been hanging with the hollow men
But they don’t care for me
Morning finds me on my own
Gold teeth gilded glitter
Behind a broken grin

October 2011

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