How is your Friday
when it's burning backwards?
Don't you feel the same
cry and laugh the same
as all the stoners drunks and poppers
when your new best friend
is cold and porcelain?
Have we rehearsed at all this night?
Have you forgotten your lines?
or is that stutter only frequent cause
I'm calling the shots?
Do your eyes sparkle enough
in this mood lighting?
Do mine seem darker
when you play charades?
Would you gasp in horror and
pretend to love me
at my gurney where
the hospitality of the hospital
couldn't keep me warm
or will you faint and bring the camera's
lens and million's eyes on your winking face?
