She likes to drink
But she aint no $5 wine.
I'd like for her grapes
to be crushed with mine.

She gave me a cigarette in
the monotonous rain.
Divided two ways in time
on separate plains.

Begging the night to surround
our carnivorous dance.
Boring futures delighted
as victims of chance.

Wild eyes white & burning
while arms black & blue.
Oh darling, devoid of the void
catch me like the flu.