the long night

the long night

i must have had a crazy night with that eunuch,
because i no longer have any time or money.
since, the eunuch has disappeared into my memories
of last nights lights, and the bass resounding within me.
infinitely vague. infinitely dream-like.
i remember the night club, the shwanky martinis
and doing lines in the bathroom.
my good, good friend, the eunuch, was the one who bought all the cocaine
because i had mentioned that i was low on time.
"we'll be up all night!" said my friend, the eunuch, "the night is for desire!"
everybody was enamored with my friend's freedom.
the eunuch that gave us all the night of our lives.
because i never had truly lived before these forgotten clips.
although, i am so very, very out of time.
and money, too, i spent all my money.
i wish i could remember who my friend, the eunuch, went home with last night.