The luck and chance poems VI - Broken nose

Call me up to your world
Of long nights and whispered secrets
Call me up to be concerned
About lights and lesser words
Ride this scale to no end
And be sure to have a plan
Because your back is plain and tight
Contained and round, is your headlight
And your broken nose
Make sure it's seen
And your eyes
What colour are they?
Give me a chance to break in
Give me a word to make me feel better
I know your lips are in denial
I know your heart is not in shape
And who fucking cares?
And who wants to know?
Another smile, another space
Somebody will have them, I'm sure
And I'm sure that you'll be grateful