Tubular Pavement Roaming stupor is so New York nighttime,
lovely ladies crowd the bar stools on time,
phishfood, sallywag, open up for some robitussin baby,
let me in your crowded luscious broken down mind for cobwebs crowd
the tainted side of this village and sharpened knife slices the edges of the titillating flesh,
when hangovers take control of your day, turn up the radio and glare the lights for this
night will not end
  ¶ 11:57 PM