drunk on the dark streets of some city, br it's night, you're lost, where's your br room? br you enter a bar to find yourself, br order scotch and water. br damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks br part of one of your shirt br sleeves. br It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak. br you order a bottle of beer. br Madame Death walks up to you br wearing a dress. br she sits down, you buy her a br beer, she stinks of swamps, presses br a leg against you. br the bar tender sneers. br you've got him worried, he doesn't br know if you're a cop, a killer, a br madman or an br Idiot. br you ask for a vodka. br you pour the vodka into the top of br the beer bottle. br It's one a.m. In a dead cow world. br you ask her how much for head, br drink everything down, it tastes br like machine oil. br br you leave Madame Death there, br you leave the sneering bartender br there. br br you have remembered where br your room is. br the room with the full bottle of br wine on the dresser. br the room with the dance of the br roaches. br Perfection in the Star Turd br where love died br laughing.