Ain't No Night

last night in the metro

I wrote a book

   I could give it to you

There is a spider on my tongue

 It makes me dizzy

filled with images

    wind

        bows and ribbons

in my stomach someone is playing chess

sleeping at 9

getting up at 6

that makes sense

    believe me I'll try the best

   I wish I was a camera in that chinese chest

                                                         My smoke (still) in your face