Hotel Nevada 1982

shut your fucking mouth. tradition does not seem to be

working because of its mechanical tone

its one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my

suspense, I breeze through walls as they scratch

my floor boards a blue light. looks up, white flash looks

away and one blue little fuck makes me look up

two blue fucks make me look away. this is not the truth,

this is lies, this is bullshit.

I resolve you with a trick of hand and a joke of sight.