It’s Night Time

It’s night time.

Driving Down the Road,

you got no one.

Driving Down the Road,

it’s night-time,

you’re such a

gone one.

listening to the Doors

squirmin’ like a toad.

you’re the only one

left in town awake.

look up to the sky.

your darkness come

long.

cold air’s

blowin’ down

your neck.

it’s overdue.

it’s for you.

well, who cares,

what the heck.

you can’t stop it as

your car blows

dark blue

smoke.

you hope that cop that

just passed over there

doesn’t swing

around and

put those cold

steel cuffs on

and

throw your

drunken A _ S

in the slammer.

you’re weaving

and about to be

heaving cause’

your head is spinning

out of control.

it’s been a long time

since you’ve been

grinnin’

you can’t stop believing in those gut

sinking feelings.

they hit you like

god’s hammer

hits someone

who’s

been

sinning

who’s got

half an ounce

of conscience

left.

you can’t cope.

you’re feeling doom

but, you don’t know why.

something’s coming

your way and it’s

standing by your

parked car

like a vampire

with feathered wings.

it’s the hangman

handing you

his rope.

he says,

‘put it around

your neck, I will

cinch it up’.

and then,

you know that

when

the floor

opens up

and mother

gravity pulls

you down

and you

get your

neck

jerked and

dangle

swinging

wildly

legs

kicking,

you will

‘see your God’

in all his

grandeur

and

glory

and feel

like a

newborn

child

again.

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