PARTY, PART 19

so,

this ink so faint/only pressing out a word'd groove

have to go 

go now! 

and borrow a pen

from the man in the foyer . . .

i run and jump and hurtle narrow stairs and corner

past

a big black man fumbling cases

in a musicians suit

ask to borrow a pen/picking it up/holding it up BORROW THIS?

(so drunk/so raging/i feel i'm KING OF THE FUCKING FOYER!

mercury in my veins)

and 

i run and run

back up stairs and corners

past the big black man carrying cases/travel in his eyes

and

i

got

no

shoes 

on

but i have to pin down werds I HAVE TO PIN DOWN WERDS

i cry this at the eurotrash lugging bags outside my door

I HAVE TO PIN DOWN WERDS

and

the

new ink is so rich on this page

its

like

LUXURY

after the shallow word'd grooves