After the Pinch

Between the ads and the papers Is a shaking voice to be heard Past the exit doors of this theater Is it so selfish to want out? Staying in your warm arms Until we part Between the pinch and a nightmare A man standing by my bedside I crumbled off into ashes After the pinch, I was crying I dropped something down in the drain Couldn't help but wonder what it was Two dust-bunnies on my lamp shade Half burnt-out sputtering ceiling light Slow haunting, faintly so Until nothing is there Staying in your warm arms