Fever from the haze of headlamps; Every

point of light is an orb making its own statement;

All beers consumed on the table drool in languish,

some are lolled on the floor like their drinkers. But the

flushing ones are fainting into the next step – Plateaued on

sex but work is another type of alcohol that also causes you to

faint regularly, even when under the glare of cities your flesh

throbs to the pendulum of your heartbeat on overdrive. You

become chaste with loneliness instead and you cannot bear to

smell arms and fabric and the smoke of the corridors. You return

to a home too quiet that you can hear your fears, the glamor of the orbs

coalescing into a single point of exhaustion.