where i vomit
a lie 
out onto the pavement
inside that brick building is the club where i danced
and hated loved it
orange and red
cyan and black
season of fucking the too young jew boy and the too rough arab
who actually almost killed me yet i told no one
a stupid season 
a dumb time
the rain brought autumn and she was stillborn 
so i stayed on the couch until winter
then danced for the sad men
wore dead fox 
pockets full
pussy money
smeared lipstick
i was cheap with expensive boots
then drove to truck stops 
to eat pancakes
sip coffee

//she was a normal girl//
//she knew lilac and roses//
//she sang with her feet in the bayou//

season of perfume from the duty free
season of phone cards and contraband
a time to keep the xanax on a key chain
and xerox the passport, chronicle the disaster, take names
loose people