Pardon Doctor, I'm Feeling A Tad Poetic Today.

Pale arms & saccharine eyes
Seance on concrete
under porcelain skies
Convenience store raiders
in smothered disguise
Smoke-screen travesties
& naked goodbyes

Driving smashed in garnet night
Lying on windshields,
holding tight.
Conspiracy breaths & bitter rite
Methane
& matches
re-ignite.