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My guts are curled in misshapen form
I cannot wait for them to expel
I’m back to a dirty Tuesday morning
My dreams were interrupted by the spill of beer,
Spill of fear
Near you always, in my dreams
Dreams of wonderful red rooms
Where you lie in matching undergarments
And my socks and pants
Are bled through to match as well
My blood no longer coagulates
I’m no longer addicted to the medicine
Only the dreams that accompany it
And here I am
Dirty Tuesday morning
No longer affording the dream
No longer affording the life
I wasn’t born for the bedroom
I wasn’t born for the office
I was born to party on a Tuesday night
In a pinstripe suit
To sing and dance And drink until dawn
Day + Night = Restless
I am no longer the indestructible adolescent
I am no longer the demigod
Life needs rest On a Sunday afternoon in a bar
At the Bar-b-q
Where the band plays
And I can sweet talk to the love that does not exist
And we will waltz and tango until the crowd goes agape
Me in my pinstripe suit
You in black lace
With a quiet smirk on my face
For I know the color of your undergarments
Head bopping
Hip shaking
Crowd wearing

In my dream I had a tango partner
In my life I am a vagabond
All alone
And free to roam

My wingspan grows smaller as I balance my checkbook
I want the winds of you to carry me
As I know your flight pattern changes direction as bills are due
Fuck the payroll tonight
Fuck the rent
And fuck the bills
Tonight we wine and dine
Tonight we take the world for granted
Tonight we go to places where dreams do not exist
Forget the office
Forget the bedroom
Remember the two-step
Remember the tango
My absent lover
We were not born for the bedroom
We were not born for the office
We were born to party on a Tuesday night
You in sparkling silver cocktail dress
And me in a sparkling silver suit
To sing and dance And drink until dawn
And no matter what
The party must go on
(and now we dance!)

© Mike Nightingale, 2009

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