Countless nights and days walking shadows
Turning that corner and then the other
to find to find to find
variations of light of taste
eyes and mouths
never sufficient
thirst anxious drift
taking all substances losing ourselves
there at rooms with smoke and fog like
all these cigarettes from twisted old mouths
Dancing over the corpses of our own young dreams
licking red red very red open lips
Hearing our steps dry echo on nights like this
