The livingroom lit by drunken dancers
on the parquet.
They are crumpled wrappers with cherry
liquor inside. Pralines.
The finest brand of best friends.
Flipping hair in the smoky air,
Chlorine fresh, minds soaking wet too, I think I kissed her.
Cigarette fog in
my nervous system,
I did kiss her.
Sing sing,
The carpet with its metallic luster I will dive into it's furs,
Party monsters.
Dr. Pepper, is it bed time?
I'm not sleepy.
I'm not sleepy.
4am on the floor.
Hiccup.
Sleepy...
