25 November 2009


cigarette stop on the way to the backdrop,
a car, rolled on its side, danced in three-four-time
buzzed out, you're splayed and ready for riot
a coked-up divorcee eating key lime pie
she's never cheated, except on diets
someone's painted a landscape on your wall that lies
this burn, this burned out floor's a stage for you all
but she copped all the stonings because of her age
his kiss is gnashing teeth against innocence as she sleeps
it's like splinters for shoeless ballerinas,
and she pulls down her dress and leaves
riding a chair down night time china town 
and they all dream while
governments divide opiates between the poor and hungry
and they go
crumbling a piece of berlin in their pockets