Long skinny windows
like gills in the halls
of the big time art building
parasitic whales
inking like darkfish
wall to wall swilling
bouncing eyes and hips
struggling to the reflective wheels
and being churned under
for suds that bear their name
furious shanks and railway tracks
slicked and loaded
with a reeling heart
where the icicles drip
dark brown rock walls
and the headphones rasp
and the mind falls out
of its fast circuit
dripping current and lashing hard
against the lips of a balcony
where our saviorette sits
drinking a cigarette.