Fuck me boots

and jeans tight enough to be painted on

you stretch on the floor

the dirty wedding cake that is the ritz looks in on us from the window above:

shot of whiskey

click clack cluck goes the tongue

let’s go you say

and we’re off:

owl tree: market pool: red room: castle

sambuca is a menthol poison adventure juice

who knows where this will lead

(we know)

c’mon let’s get a cab

let’s fuck with mouthes

and stumble up steps with greedy hands

click clack cluck let’s fuck

like rock stars and whores

in the elevator, in the door, in the hall

like a fox in sox in a box

click clack cluck

fingers go where they go

and the dirty wedding cake looks on

and in the morning I wake up and think

never again