PULL HARDER!

the dental assistant raked and scraped
my tarred and feathered teeth
as the rain began to fall, warm
cuz in hell it brings no relief.
the cold will not come until it comes
and i'll still be sitting here alone,
like a scorned mouse in a city of rats.
and she never called me back
and it got too late for me to call
and most things tells me that she's wrong,
but some things tell me that she's right
and i'd probably know by the end
of just one more long and drawn out night,
which might or might not come tomorrow,
but at least tonight it's not a saturday
night when i ain't got nobody, saturday
night, like the last chance, like
the flutter of a moth before it flies
with suicide wishes into the last light.