She counts away the seconds in goldfish memories
Waiting for wonderland to kick in and course thru her veins

Brings cigarettes to her lips 
burning the charcoal glow of addiction

She inhales the scent of ******* 
feeding the fetish of love with the swirl and grasp of her tongue

I saw her dancing at club sixty nine 
She had escape and lust in her eyes

Leaving the safety of the skies
The clouds rush past 
like some unreplicable memory she's better off without remembering

The trinity of perception 
swimming in Pisces desire

The bar is littered with numerical consequences vomited up
In swirls of ***** and red-bull
Dried and stale on **** carpet

She's left cleaning up pieces of her disillusionment 
Singing beneath her breath

Off with their heads 

(And down with their pants)

*We are what we are 
but cease when we become
we are what we were 
but cease when we swan dive 
thru the looking glass
And into a concrete grave