It’s nights like these
I want you near
When the power’s out and all I hear
Are jets and pets and old swing sets and
Candle wax, a dying fax, a window cracks
Into this room where I spit with ghosts
We’re spilling drinks and making toasts
“His film stinks, we hate him the most the
The article should’ve mentioned us”
In snakes and fakes we put our trust

It’s nights like these
That lights bleed
When the power’s out and I can’t see
That the floor is wet with the silhouette
Of a bronze horse and a bayonet
The type is set, I type, “you forget”
Me lying in the tall grass like a statuette
I watch you pass
I watch you pass
I watch you pass right by

Wires are worthless and queer
It’s nights like this I want you near
When the dark dulls our senses
Like sweaters on fences
We have chain-link impressions on our backs
Abe Lincoln-pressions on the tracks

I am green with envy
You’re in Las Vegas, NV
A rainy night in CT
I want to walk with you in the dark

The summer rain, the car is parked.
Behind the church where men lurch
And things perch
The pastor watches
My jeans tangle and your makeup blotches
His keys jangle and my belt notches

When the power’s out
I want to hear
You say my name
Then, “pull me near.”

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