Goodnight City

g’nite city
g’nite husbands, wives, mistresses, kids
g’nite canines, felines, haters and lovers, cheaters and players,
rocking chair grandmas, pipe tobacco grandpas
g’nite to all you listeners, all you headphone wearers,
you midnight hi-hat and snare lovers
g’nite all you poker players, one eyed jacks, suicide kings
all you drinkers and tokers, tappers of the vein, tyers of the arm
g’nite to all you dimebag jezebels and golf-ball-through-a-garden-hose whores
all you manner than man fuck anything that walks pipe layers,
down and dirty backdoor bandits
all you swishes and cunning linguists
g’nite all you double-entendre screamers
all you guys in the mirror perfecting your cum face,
all you naked fumblers
all you destitute laundromaniacs
g’nite all you elegant gentlemen
all you classy ladies
g’nite you barstool cosmologists
pilsner heavy physicists
cocaine meteorologists
g’nite to the incontinent,
the infirm bladders, the silk-pillow droolers, the wet dreamers,
the erectile dysfunction face-in-hand weepers
g’nite all you love-song lovers
cabernet huffers
entanglable tongue suckers;
all you 3 in the pink one in the stink finger bangers,
fifth-jaw clit ticklers
rock and roll somnambulists;
all you 426 hemi, 18” slicks, hurst short-throw shifter
motorhead listenin’ bleeding romeos,
all you little black dress, painted toenail, 4th year dentistry
dante-quoting, garden-loving, sensible juliettes
g’nite all you steam captains,
all you taxi-cab billie holidays
all you banjo mechanics
sweet dreams you insomnicidal crowbar weavers
all you purple veiners,
diamond cutters,
texas snapping turtles.
g’nite all you elevator sweethearts
listless romantics
all you lost, afraid, and trembling souls,
all you who shiver and weep under bedsheets,
all those who haven’t kissed a woman in years,
and would give their left arm for a glance or a whiff of perfume
g’nite to all those who can’t untie their hearts enough to truly let someone in,
all those who have love to give but don’t know how to give it
sleep well you dreamers of a world more loving, a life less desperate
good night allen ginsberg, etta james, and carl sagan,
this world needs you now more than ever
goodnight mr. coltrane, the night is but a tumour without your saxophone

goodnight my lovelies,
goodnight my loves, heroines, fantasies
goodnight these lips i kiss so sweet,
these folds my fingers trace,
goodnight my breathing beauty
who lay at my side
goodnight cosmos and jazz
and goodnight to this path
that time will erase