Bloodshot

Have you ever stopped to marvel
At the sensation of bloodshot?
Inhaling the effervescent dust,
Bearing sandpaper nightgowns,
Slightly embellishing stiff cheek muscles.

It's a droning
I could fall for.

Is it truly pitiful
To seek a sober stupor?
I can drop empty visions
Into my piggy bank o' wonders
'Till the planets collide.

I just want to curl up in a
Callous cocoon,
Swim laps in the sahara,
Drop bombs on the cities.

I could melt into this like caramel.
I could dissolve in your stratosphere.

But tomorrow, I know,
We'll snort lifelines off the bedpost
And entangle in the vines
Until the night comes again,
Business as usual.

Just leave me with the record player
And don't you turn out the light.
Just a little longer.

I'll be out soon.