you drink purple dye,
but you wear mirrored glasses.
i've got forty coins,
and Maraschino eyes.
you can hear me coming.
i have nickel plated pockets
you pluck your guitar
with bits of Camus' skull
i bought a woolen cap
off an eskimo in California.
it came apart that day;
unraveled in my eyes.
i scratch your back, you scratch mine.