exhibit a very old drunk man,
and exhibit me, who am.
The scenic scene meshes nobly
with my meshy eyes. I am held
back by hallucinogens and God!
The dancing begins, cruise ships
and other ships, pavements and
other pavements rattling against
my feet, too audible for
motion, and a sense of distant and terrifying wanting.
Wicked friends supply a brain
of melancholy yearning. I light
a cigarette and dream of
a beautiful and elegant socialite, praying, in Manhattan.
by Col. Baldwüllz