forgive me this tresspass, and that carpet too,
i done tracked in the mud, and kept
leaving streaks on your polished forearm

if you're done with that elevator, i'll make
myself at home, with a neon exhale
tell me which gas is the most noble

3 tons of steel and all that force in a kiss
tasting of Luckys, pavement, and rye, under
childrens glass flag cautiously splintering