The Conqueror
Limbs tangeling
Sweat staining the sheets
Panting onto the climax
Then only the distant noise of streets
The city rearranging itself
Helicopter flying by
His eyes wide open
Leaving without a goodbye
On with clothes
Catch next train
Wipe cold sweat off face
Fix reptile brain
Up and fleeing at 3 AM
Another offbeat morning
Cheap coffee in silence
Lifesaving don’t walk warning
Soft cautious kisses on a designer couch
Flashbacks run amok
Down the street still tasting the drinks
Soft indie on IPod
Rising sun and nonsense newspaper
Women are so naïve
Half awake contemplation
Pathetic tricks up this fancy sleeve
Lungs blackening
Dare to take another breath?
Cars screaming by a distant man
Having no time for death
Found himself a fast-food joint
Renewed his energy
Three additional people dozing off
Mind teeming with lucid erotic imagery
Opting to stay a bit
The clock on the wall in his favor
He’s got her number he’s got time
But he don’t need a girlfriend savior
Restless he walks out
In no real need of rest
Rubbing from his eyes
A broken heart a leg a breast
And through the day he stumbles
Until it’s again time to be sharply dressed
Put on a gentleman façade
And make another glorious conquest
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