LIPSTICK TORN ---- AWAKE AGAIN

see these fingers grow
now slender into satin gloves
this wrist is a slashed back razor
from a Bowie song
and cabaret creates that movement
in my ocean sway

this face who calls at me
not the face I've ever been
lipstick blurs and the shadows curl
as smokeless dawns
burn

See the way the sky bows down
turns a funeral into my clown
laughter climbs on this bottleneck
rock blasted scenes
in a lover's jagged nest

late before nights, curtains were drawn
seated in a snowy ground
my frozen hounds seek revenge
I know I will have to
awake again

Touch this open wound
found in some drunks saloon
heaped into the corners chance
crying rain
crying rain