Night Beats

a dark limo picks up my still undressed shadow the driver is known to me as a frequent stranger we are going to a gym where some time later i hang upside down on inversion cables blood full of head a trishaw picks me up takes me far away to where I can be better seen that dream-hole is occupied by a blond barmaid who likes my occasional presence the bedroom is coming groggily back to itself a police dog shakes my thoughts together we enter that interrogation room where crime runs after its conscience if I can keep my hands off myself i won’t have to lay on my back thinking of you know who