sitting on the stool
with nothing to do
a pretty notion left to do
an old ideal is rearing to lose;
threats are gearing up to be proved
thrifty short and shrude
with shoulders that swoop
at every strained tip of my glass
to, you,
all these people here grow like weeds
counting numbers too high to keep
shoot the shit like cream
and speed tastes sweet
till every light is turning green
she's walking towards a door and speaks
"i'm all but yours if we leave,"

I'd rather go, where the cold froze sand
of Florida's grip is hand in hand like a a palm
where nothing but trees and dirt
and more trees and junkies go to recover
gallop and stagger and take cover
but planes and cars are much to hard
to function on without one more
take a blast and hitting the floor
chests are like dogs that need to be walked
to kicked a bunch and left to the world
diamonds in her tears like pearls,
shining in the hospital ward
detox was a sight
that wasn't quite right
but nothing seemed to go much else
other ways just brought me here
running from the obvious bend
spending much time
behind state lines
jersey city made me a boy,
naked in the bed of a tower
a girl who knew me
like i knew she was sour
rough to the touch
who loved to fuck
and slurp and drink
with straws to suck
Vampira come to take me away,
the doors are grated crated and gray

fire escapes too high to leap
shooting past the shit like cream
and speed tastes sweet
till every light turns green
she's walking towards a door and speaks
"i'm all but yours if we leave,"
I'm all but hers if she complies
twenty nine bills of garbage turned currency
the urgency of rushing the bumps
absinthe absent absess and bust
clocks dissolve in tylenol
coming down the hollow hall
taking off my boots to make love
explode my heart at every thrust
blacking out and waking to cum
"lift me up with one more, love"
40 hours pass-- fast tracked
blood stains and wine glass trash
straws are burnt and chewed and compact
watching as the window smash;
jerking off in broken glass;
silent smells of gas
drips from in the back
leaky baths and paint set splatter;
dripping, "pitter pitter patter,
dishes--kitchen--half past--bastard."

fallen in the arms
of someone who harms
soberly the nurture of all
the things we've both done wrong
sobered up to go back home
7 more blasts the crack of a shot
and ripping past the land lords rent
spending all thats left to be spent
tearing up JFK
the gravity is weighing me
magicians with a trick
curling at the tip
winking with the bite of a lip,
i'll just show you a bit,
the littlist bit of the dip
and pull and go to the hole
that sells what'll make me go
further from where i chose to go
away from where i wanna go

Marius the name
a savior who saves
the lady who was sworn as a maid
a slave a brave tame women
of a former name;
Marius to save the day,
another week on Marius Way,
Summit brush and Palm Beach streaks..