angels of the night

oh, sweet angels of the night
beautiful, floating goddesses
granting my every wish
my every aching desire

she has seen me desperate
drunk and dreary, brain dead and done
she, the long limbed nymph with
the greatest ass in existence

and the other, the pint-sized pretty eye
with her hair tied back
as tight as her body

they’ve read my bill to me at night’s end
because my eyes had left my head
they went walking the streets to find other heads

every eve these angels greet me
holding no memory against me
then send me home again
to sleep a heavy, dreamless slumber
to lick my wounds and forget my shame

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