memories small as polaroids
each girl a different polaroid
i need more
film

hearts as full as magazines
each day a different magazine
where are all
my magazines?

words as big as politics
each kiss the death of politics
so much
for politics

work the room, you work the room
i work the room

five a.m. to six a.m.
for all his faults, he still has style

you know you're lost when stories end
With taxis home and fewer friends

you know you're lost when love means less
than sympathy and cigarettes