it was Wed night in a tryst & what was my nom

de scène? I was either getting ahead of or

tailgating myself, you were dressed in skin

I would be your cowl cowling at all hrs to make

sure. And all I said was, ‘You know we could’ve

collaged the ghost we needed out of merde &

feathers but some Man’s going to tell us what

we can. He’ll say hell he’ll be our major backer

can you believe but to hell, let’s brush

the glass dust from our heels let’s enter the

hatchway let’s lose our page again so well.’