I was drunk & lonely
that night and the streets sang
to me or maybe someone else heard it, but I doubt it.
I had just spent all my money
to escape the world of action & voices of stories & fame
where that young poet saw me
teething my paranoiac ecstasy.
Sinking deeper, I wrote until my eyes shined
over the rim of my glass
in the dark corner of that shrinking room
as he laughed at something funny with two girls,
two rich girls with green brocades and long hairless arms.
I left so drunk I fell
as though something unseen had dragged me
