So this is it, and it is beautiful;

a big felt curtain

and colossal night

Three o five and the man with a tracheotomy
farts around beside me with his scratchcards

Et patati et patata;
pathetic, whatever

pain au lait au chocolat au lait

The country

If I moved to the country
I would hear more birds,
eat less ethnic food
and see fewer crazies
covered in piss and faeces in the metro

but I cannot move to the country,
fifty percent of the world is here
sucking on the petrochemical tit
and until that changes
my place is among them.

loft

A loft of zoloft is where I wake of late.  And yes, of course, I am always late.  Who isn't these days since the roof fell in?  It's a big interminable huddled mess.  It's a loft of zoloft all over again.