Midnight in a Perfect World

6am

She rolls over to kiss his forehead
Gentle pecks and sleight of hand to his promised land
His head is awake before his eyes
She is a canvas for her demand of his canonical glaze
In tune with his organ
The thump, thump bass of his heart is in sync
Yet he washes her with a leather embrace
Tipping her chin to perfect their symmetry
Probing each of her breaths with a waltzing touch to her thighs
A kiss like hot towel on a plane prises his eyes
And that….was the first time they’d met

9am

It had been baking moments ago yet he had not smelt the rain
Flashing eyes to this terrain felt like indecent exposure
Engines like rattle snakes slithered from town to town all around
Life forms from which he was like the edge of paper torn rolled
Snowballs and boulders migrated to where they saw fit
As he wiped the smog from his brain all he felt nothing
There he was lain foetal, undesirable as Kafka’s beetle
Spittle hanging from his lips like the annoying family member that outstayed their welcome
He seldom if ever had felt this pain
It suddenly shot like a rocket, mind moved yet body had no chance
See for the sake of unrequited romance
He’d been forced to square dance
She’d claim self defence of her black belt in I don’t want you
Sirens flashing, cash splashed about him, carnations scattered
Blood spattered, new suit in tatters
Was she alright was the only question that mattered
Yet she had gone and so were his plans
She’d done more than she’d needed to,
Delivering her message by force
He was still bleeding too, his heart was not the only source of pain
I’ll never have my 50th date in New York again.
What had been months of affection suddenly turned sour
Only for her exposed infidelity to gain repercussions in an hour

Midday

Pow Pow
Who’s that O the G
A couple of teenagers held up Maccy D’s
Yet THEY ALL didn’t notice
Heads turned like B sides of classic records
While THEY held hands and couldn’t let go
Every word had a unique echo
Surrounded by nothing but a hazy breeze
Fingers locked like keys with combinations
Strolling through the streets like Neon Unicorns
Kissing like a couple newly formed
They were yet he was in school uniform and she
Was in uniform
The world was a hive of privacy invasion teams
Eagle eyed emblazoned schemes of security
Each demanding a level of surety that their needs would be served
That criminals would not get a seat at the table of good nature
That the would be de-served and just given rough justice
Sent to join the club of life just is….
Fair to those who pay for it
Skunk smokers get their high and ball player s and singers get paid a bit
Yet Gotham never batted an eye to this game
They always met somewhere nobody knew her name
For she was the head

3pm

We’d met before
Same office same time
TFT screens flickering like day glow cats eyes
I am jacks need for attention
The sky raises its middle finger ordering me to spin on the sun
Where are you reads the IM
I knew her from the 1st Floor
She was excel spreadsheets and more
I’d not got to spread sheets but I’d opened up her pores
She wanted more of the same
Reports of salt stains on copier had lead to bacon sandwich claims
That was my insurance, this shift was endurance
I could score pants and moans
I was Jacks need for masculine validation
If I could handle hear groans with my raise I could get a raise
Earn more and afford what my wife owns
Ecstasy for a year while whispering in her ear…get me a promotion
While I give this chick the pro motion to unseen zones
Rarely working late this is my office break
Ms Excel makes me tick boxes
We go rough like foxes at it lie rabbits
She’s smoking and I can’t break the habit
Are you coming, flashes the IM again
2 minutes I reply, I will be cause I want to
I am the hunted becoming jacks need to be a hunter gathering

6pm

Mirrors, candles, bangles
Lumps, bumps and love handles check
Sky flicks her hair, summer not yet star spangled
Heck glitter falls lighting her path to her date
This was her time, he would step to her plate
This was fate
She would be lost in the moment of rapture
She would be captured in paradise lost
He would consume the cost
She would be the boss to end the dross
Defrost
She would overwhelm him like a debutant from Valhalla
Kiss him like Daryl Hannah then shun him as the steel magnolia
He would grow to love her and only her
Truth in the purest sense of the lies
He was hers not every girls prize and her eyes
She was magnetised and he would be hypnotised
Her hips, lips and mind would do the work
He’d be begging to on the front line of duty
The damned funk soldier awakened by her beauty
He’d be the one telling his friends shoot me, I’ll feel no pain

9pm

Bliss and tell to exfoliate was the aim of the game
Or so she thought laying on the bed sobbing into chow mein
Watching sex and the city with a bottle of wine
He’d rather date an expectant mum than see this fat girl crying
Could she relive that moment again when those few words stunned her
In 43 minutes and 37 seconds she’d be a blade runner for the last time
She raised a chopstick to a cosmopolitan as with soy sauce on her wall she scribed
To a swollen world
Bruised by the iniquity of confidence without consequence
This is my goodbye, my legacy and stain
Erase me with scalding bleach and remove my gain from your world
Thank you for the lessons of reflection
Now I must smash the mirror of my imperfection
Let me dissolve into fine pieces cos I’m used to be being trampled
My ample is cumbersome and too much handle so let me drown
No longer to wear the tears of a clown
I am no more

12am

Nonplussed they added vigour to the enzyme and chromosome mixture
Subtracting loyalty from royalty bestowed by significants
Whooping tongues filled the air
They were con cussed in the tenement
I don’t care was the sentiment
The pounding of their drums in the forest of lost in me
Was as a penny dropped on a slow roll
Beat up on bruise control having mastered the dong song
Left her putting the O on bong
For he gave her the down load sending her into an audio galaxy and took a napster
He deemed screams rapture as the actress in her unfurled
She became a woman at 11.59 post 69 as her body re-coiled into a curl and whispered
Is this what they call midnight in a perfect world?
Daddy

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