Big Night On The Town
Drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? You enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water. damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks part of one of your shirt sleeves. It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak. you order a bottle of beer. Madame Death walks up to you wearing a dress. She sits down, you buy her a beer, she stinks of swamps, presses a leg against you. The bar tender sneers. you've got him worried, he doesn't know if you're a cop, a killer, a madman or an Idiot. You ask for a vodka. You pour the vodka into the top of the beer bottle. It's one a.m. In a dead cow world. You ask her how much for head, drink everything down, it tastes like machine oil. You leave Madame Death there, you leave the sneering bartender there. You have remembered where your room is. The room with the full bottle of wine on the dresser. The room with the dance of the roaches. Perfection in the Star Turd where love died laughing.