Sugar Thoughts

I

Bus in.
Drink. Corner.
Smoke.
Noise...
White ice gas ‑
(sickening)
‑ Blue light
‑ Dance?
‑ Yellow
‑ Jive.

Corner (Girl, smile)
Dance? some more.
Drink.
Piss.
Dance floor.
‑ Neon.
‑ !Frantic!
Rest.
(Noise...)
‑ !! S t R o B e !! ‑
(Pulse)
‑ Red.
‑ Mellow.
Slow dance.
End.

Fucked up.

Home.


II

This place is alien to me ‑
False.

So my cancerous breath
Will linger in a corner
And I will hang on the wall
A little longer

Until I sift through the neon seas
To a quick exit.

(Don't mind me. I'm only passing through.)