endless people in the red room,
spinning, a massive trap abloom
just spiders on acid, wrapping up their prey

the twinkling chandelier hung,
i’d like to hang about, maybe hang myself
dim the lights & let the Fools’ charade progress

glass drinks & the vapid women,
all with waists that shrink
drink, drink, they’ll skip their dinners

i’ll be choking in the corner,
hugging the wall or some nameless one
it doesn’t really matter at this point

scene bloated with endless empty words,
the hall set ablaze by this social abyss
crawling up the wall like vines with claws *

there are holes  everywhere
let me pass the hour blowing smoke rings
lest the poison I contain be spilt *

lest the walls crumble
lest the clocks tell the time
lest the song repeats