Holding steady, ready
you are the unintended dart on the bar floor,
that golden pool being licked by all those strangers soles,
waiting there to be picked up, up, up,
between the ceiling and the floor,
a cellar door and a corridor,
mindlessly kissing,
then throwing up all that remains,
from the third floor,
vodka and rum doesn't mix well,
hell, hold tight to this joint and let your head spin,
that circle of smiles half-cocked and slanted,
planted like a shrub, rub, rub, rub,
blam!
It find's itself somewhere between here and there,
that bullseye, but I don't win,
instead stagger down Xi'an streets,
on cloud ten, when all the sheets rip,
heart thumps in the throat, imagining
what number one feels like,
dancing three steps hazily,
stomach lurching on to tomorrow's cares,
da, da, da, dandy handy dandy handy
enough said,
let's go to bed,
maybe pillows can comfort
my heavy head.
