lovely ladies bleeding
   sad rhythms fast times
       on the dance floor
     blind
by shakes & strange
oozy
        
drinks that drip trip     slow
                    & melody
      & beats
        of bad boys
          disko

       mama is dead
    she died on
the
        dance    floor
         big mama is
     dead
       she was queen
  in her
    head

but the drugs
  told her that

& now the sirens
         buzzard
         the fluorescents  trash  on
   people fly from windows
   fly home.

to beat
    the wrap
until next time
  
    which is already tonight