Oh the night is cold, do you hear the cawing crows atop the Broken posts? Pale flickering lights The disappearing road outlines a putrid glow that irritates Your nose and fogs your red eyes Which see an angel on the canopy Holding dearly to an elegy Look, there’s a broken soul trying to sell some gold to every Desperate girl who thinks he might bite Lips of a royal toad drip hyaluronic mold It turns into a pearl she keeps out of spite As if it holds an everlasting glee A sewn dried mouthed Calliope But when it starts to snow in sharp white bitter blows Cool cats form a row for the next line Now, every John and Jane Doe reaching their highest low Well, then I suppose, they’re dying to die But in the end we know that when life takes its toll to plough And to sow hearts from the unkind From all the shit it grows, and it’s beautiful The rotten lotus blossoms in the night