Why Does Everyone Have Their Lights on?

It's early still and the bottle is half full. lets stay up late together and watch the snails crawl into the snake pit of hell across freeways, alleyways and under overpasses, over underpasses and into the shallow grave where the first clod of dirt has yet to hit your coffin as the eager cry out your name in vain.

and we dance like this back and forth, hurting each other for no apparent reason other than to feel better about our shortcomings as humans.
you made it through the last tough one and you can fight through this one.

all hope is lost.
but there's still you.

as the slow release and the flood gates open casually, as to not allow an overwhelming sense of good to overtake the displacement of morality and self loathing. long ago someone ejected the love, i was just the witness to the ejection.

the throw away guy.

fighting with self, to not allow the evil eddies of malicious intent to destroy all known sense of good. raking himself over the hot coals, waiting for savior, hope in wasteland.

the wicked and mischievous do not have idle time as the good has nothing but that.

don't sell yourself short kid, the worst is yet to come, expect the worse and hope for the best, new engine in same beaten car, removal of all chrome fixings, flat black and full of rust holes.

and we become human, more human than machine.

false love, but love nonetheless, closer to humanity and the scent of a woman drags smiles across my face.

ignorance is nothing but beautiful fields full of wildflowers while a deeper understanding is nothing but kicks in the throat.