Rhyme-me-not, orange dot

Red eyes at nine
Fortune-telling hand
Too horny for gold.

Stop listening so hard
  pumpkin scattered sign
Rub it together now.

Whistling through my head
  red-orange glow
Knowing you'll come back.

There you wait now
  trembles all inside
A puncture deep within. 

That is your moment
  bathed in light
Your fluorescent bloody night.

- J