Tales of the Vu (revisited)

I used to dream that night was just
a reason for God to hide his face
and cry for me
just as I hide behind the doors of a
Gentlemen’s Club
gathering with those righteous enough
to lend a self-employed ear.

I know they don’t give a shit
but I figure it’s only fair
that I be naked too.

I used to dream that drinking
gave me a reason to believe
but now know
that believing gives me a reason to drink
and even a bottomless glass
could not quench my thirst.

I used to dream
that love was infinite
sex was forgiveness
clocks were evil
and that all dogs bite.
I dreamt that everything outside of my vision
ceased to exist
my eyes as headlights through the dark night
that is my predestined future.



I don’t dream anymore.

Dogs still bite
clocks still stop
and God still cries at night
as I do
in the midst of a free topless table dance.