An innocent comment
accompanied by laughter;
the perversion of the mind at 3AM
never ceases to amaze.

We all have past secrets-
mine are wrapped in ribbons,
and set on fire;
street sweepers come to take them away,
but they only come around election time
and the ashes are piling up,
the secrets are damp with deceit
and the flames don’t always catch.

The sun burned out long ago,
back before innocence was lost,
and it’s too late for us to get philosophical now-
it’s too late for a lot of things.
It’s too late for you, too late for me,
too late for secret-telling and selling,
and the skyline has become a wasteland.

Sunrise and coffee and cheap cafes,
burning pennies for our thoughts
because keeping them seems pointless;
we are the kings and Fools of time,
and Galileo has nothing on us.  
We throw out dreams, while
he throws out theories.

We all have dark secrets,
lying dormant beneath translucent skin;
remember that,
and watch what words you say.

If I growl and curse, dear
it’s all because I love you-
but be careful of the girl
you find yourself losing track of time with.