Breakfast with Rigor Mortis

my soul's been longing for the sheets
yet we spend the night with valiant eyes
it's the two of us against the darkness
it's as if the frogs have synthesizers
we laugh about and wonder.

it's me and you against the glare.
in this ill game to stay awake.
we grow pale. we eat squash fries we mistook
for jaundiced potatoes.
sweet potatoes.

because of these nights my player met death
but bereavement
became an option. we have duties.
we claim to be responsible. but insensitive.

sunshine's about to hit the streets in a few minutes.
say goodbye. tonight's another date.