F and C as the sun goes down
There’s no one on the street
This time of night
Except fags and other creatures
So will you take me—I ask
No one knows what happens inside
Those motionless half dead bodies
Covered by emptiness and off-white sheets
Not a soul
But castaways and inflatable dogs
Roam in this timeless place, a spaceless time, a history
It all seems like a fab, and that scares me
Because they’re shooting at random in the street
