goddess of night

pure...
the dark seamy underside
most alive
at 3 am,
only merges with
the light
at daybreak...
long before
the swill of man
pollutes the afternoon air;
and
the blond vampires
infest the the evening...
metal prancing on
boulevards of
black tarlike veins.
slither stalking
sacred
post hypnotic
temple whores
receiving
wallets of white picket
neo-respectability
until every heroinic
recepticle of being
has been filled
all the way up
with the day's
semen of lost boys
and finally
the goddess 
of the night
strips away
the last supper of
emptiness and self hatred

My Saturday Night

Death everywhere
patiently; in no hurry
soon to leave
with the
chosen one
she lay slack jawed
morphined against the pain
unoticeing these
last life moments.
talk to her
they said
she can hear you
they said
so we prayed
and secretly begged
and bargained
under our breath
but who can say
about all of our
plans and hopes and dreams
when they come
to an end
heaven or hell
or into the ground
we go
and i sit wondering
what was it
that was
so whatever
and yet
i am left with
you
and this indescribable
moment

Note: K. died April 17, 2013