Around the world in fifteen minutes

My funny valentine,
sweet comic valentine,
you make me smile with my heart.
you're looks are laughable,
un-photographable,
yet you're my favourite work of art.

Another night goes,
and I'm forgetting the smells
the temperature.
This girl's afraid to sleep,
to lose the day,
lose the night.
It's like any other ceiling,
wobbly floors without the booze,
ashtrays overflowing
always two sources.
its like any other place,
but its still better.

I get home at 2 something,
and all I can do is sleep
but like the writer I am,
I wanted to write it down.
I wanted to write down the night
and the people,
and the things we can't see
or smell
or hear.
I wanted to write in a forbidden language,
a wordless one
brought back to page.
but I couldn't.
All I could do was take a walk backwards
to now foriegn places
and enjoy the company,
and lack thereof.

Is your figure less than greek?
is your mouth a little weak?
when you open it to speak,
are you smart?

But don't change your hair for me,
not if you care for me.
stay, little valentine, stay!

each day is valentines day.