
Will you come and have a drink with me?
one perhaps two, that is all
Let’s scan the room to find a seat
carefully set against the wall
Vulgar lighting hugs your face
endlessly rotating in the same position
In this crowded room west of the lake
only muted stares escape suspicion
We still have time to catch the show
hurry up, my friend you’ll see
An empty road we found to drove
that slithered alongside docile trees
Departing from Los Angeles,
jolt pass a sign read – outta luck
No city built with fantasy
or dreams in mind as much








Vietnam sweater torn