A neon lit room
Rain on the window panes
On a floor high enough
That if you jumped out
Your thoughts would spill
Harmlessly acrosst the street

Cigarette smoke
A reading red chair
In low light
Empty beer bottles 
More than I thought
Less than I thought of you

****** up
Buzzing drunk
An old Kung Fu movie
On a CRT television
A.V. cables like vines 
Over everything

What's the point 
In non narcotics?
Or reality TV?
And **** parades
And double **** shopping centers
I spin all my clothes
From spider web

And triple **** parades, 
Like really