3 am eternal

calm phone lines?
market down for five?
or software code all complete?
i see his shadow from across the street
a well dressed salary man i suppose
with perfect sense of repose
a charming wife?
a doting child?
a sharp clean mind
while the parasites are out having social times
he hears their cheesy screams
descending down to hell
walks in a woken dream
outlining my paint soaked photos
and placing them in this world.