for whom does it toll

point your pistol at a head
paint it red

watch the pool of contrived thinking spread
over the slippery floor
always, nevermore

said the Raven once before

& tell me what ALL  this is for
if you're not sure
sitting virtually at the wheel of a speeding fully-leather car
passing everything

whoever it is you are

close today to home, but really really far
away in the desert of your dreams
finding it's not always what it seems

dance with me and make me cry
don't ask why

the bed where we find ourselves 

asleep
thick and deliciously deep
our hours & hours & hours are steep
and you're climbing for the sun

reaching for a gun
your armor is now undone

it's not too late for a morning shower
whatever the song being sung

whatever the hour

there's a bell being rung

but for whom does it toll?