PARTY, PART 13

and we hurtle on brakeless greased sliding

but its fine

its fine

my sweat is only a thin itching coat invisible in the dark

i think we should slow down . . .

i think we should . . .

but

whats to say?

whats to say?

whats to say?

- I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO TELL YOU . . . 

all the stuff and gypsies

my uber muse

uber muse

with your flat that STINKS of design

with a frosted glass wall

so cool

and the wood so good

the wood so good

and the view like Rear Window

(i never touched her at all)

and

as soon as she daintily and strategically and tactfully could

she 

was 

off

into the dark of bar and party