Stolen cases of liquid, bubbly alcohol and
I'm whining that I don't have any cigarettes.
36th chambers against my ear drums as
Youth blasts through the bridge over chopped water.

I parry a blow to my abdomen and
Spill beer everywhere.
Someone says something in another language.
A farce about debauchery had never rang so true.

Smile. Show them it's you.
Grin. Blow to the tune.
Order. Show that you know what to do.
Drink. Turn your liver to stew.

It's so crowded the legs have disappeared
And whoever was near is now long gone.
Then, there's the song, the one you know by heart.
Everyone knows the lyrics
Like diamonds in a cart.

So much haze now. The last man is standing.
The dogs are outside restless and panting.
There's no cab in this ******* city that can take me home!
The bachelor's wife deceased has phoned.
Call her back, to let her know.

You, at least, have the right idea on your shoulder.
A letterman jacket pinched around her waist
As tight as a rubber band around a mockingjays neck.
I and you or you and I make our move towards the nightlife.
Things couldn't be any better.

Remember when you made your pass at wisdom?
How the crowds cheered and smiled with you?
A rush of fingers through our five dollar gelled hair.
Dear whisperings of nuclear proportions at 5am
In tune with the death of Dylan be it a mystery

Put a tune on the needle
Round her back then push her to fetal
Allow madness into your life
Stir it in
And see what you are tomorrow

It's OK
She said.
It will be fine
She said.
What will be, will be
She said.

I told her to
Say it
In French.

I don't know French
She said.

I laughed.
She left.
I watched her go
Out the door.