[Verse]
The city rubbed itself in strange creams that promised radiance and unsullied youth
Its occupants cling to its tangled tuft of hair
Their rubbery faces photographed bi-minutely by their own panting thumbs from two choice angles, skin scraped clean
I dig deep into his scalp, and mutter "I belong elsewhere"
One giant glass eye rolls through the aisles knocking tinned goods onto a freshly mopped floor
Sweating children chew voodoo dolls at the cheese counter
Half eaten men in aprons and hairnets bleed profusely onto the gruyere
Please crawl to the magazine stand where your troubled parents are waiting
To take you elsewhere
The maître d' holds my nose and props my jaw open with a serving spoon
Cramming every fellow diner into my mouth along with the décor, the bricks, the frozen shrimp, the whole plaza, and finally herself
It’s all too much
I will take my business elsewhere
I trawled through my past highlighting every seven AM gurn, drunken fuck, faux pas, awkward stare, fit of rage and failure
Horridly hit delete
And inserted somebody else there