Noche

Weigh your hands against your breasts. Weigh them against your chin and know that. Know that they are empty. and imperfect in their worth. Like your scars and sexual heart. Your lonely heart is ugly. You look terrible when, hurt. Crying doesn't become you. Even shallow tears look prettier.

Young Light

Two pairs of moon eyes,and hands.With little disgrace.
Near the vicinity of the world, running displaced.
They're running across each other, touching barely.
Do you see?
Oh, do you see them? They're lovely.
Young light across the promenade racing past us,
Young light peeking through some neon disaster.
Young light, your youth is like a diamond garter
Oh young light,
Its like blood money, and dreams bartered.