Amidst the screaming booze
And dancing figures
Where I spun from seat to seat
The devil's red label
Threw my mind to twirl
And circled my body's heat.
I was an ice cube
whirling in alcohol mood
Surrounded by strange beats.
In a still second or two
I thought of you
Who planted poet's seeds.
With your snobbish demeanor,
Yet passionate endeavor,
You threatened my drowning fate.
- A solid vision I held
Dearly before I fell.
As we left the garden of vice
A friend asked how I was
I replied...
I was hit.
Pretty hard.
