ouzo in my head
my protégé the ham and flavored butter
warden is looking at me again
dry gin, she is explaining why I
deserve a coup de grace
oh man, just shut up and drink
won't you get down town?
yelling in the retro phone box and
served pernod by maître d'
metropolitan is a wasp's nest
which I prefer to the masturbating desolate tract
Irish whiskey in the canal
municipality of nightmares
of vinegary smelling barbed wire
a camel outside the hotel room