The Alley
Sawed off moon tonight
Siren pretenders tonight
Wailing in hem-hawed jeans
Deep throat microphone lullabies
High notes are the money shot tonight
Wide mouthed tumblers tonight
Gaping straight up
Filled with diamonds
Eating his lips
Glamorous ash
Marlboro corpses
Sometimes there's no point to poetry
We're all alright
We're all alright tonight