He kicked over the cup cursed himself
It was the end of the dark green bottlei
A new stain for the carpet, a constellation of spills
Blood ***** and liquids

Walk to the train take the ride downtown
Missing old friends
Maybe a few are around
Most have moved off to a sunny seaside town
The fireman wail past toward an unknown fire
He follows the sounds and flashing light
To the heat and the light of fire in night
It's an apartment building
Breathing flames
Looking at the destruction
Makes him thankful for the carpet stains