The Light (In My Little Girl's Eyes)

The street looked kind of different -

harsher colours sharper angles. Shops stacked

high with stereos and rows of magazines.

Smells of coffee, glossy limousines. The sun

danced on the chromium. Slant eyes drowning

in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed,

voices snarled and luck turned sour, Children

screamed! Brakes were screeching! Knees

were pumping, ribs were crunching...

Crushing, drowning deeper...

The street looked kind of different. The paving

stones were playing cards, and cried out as

I skipped from the red to the black. Cracked a

joke about the joker, saluted all the kings, threw

a ring to the blackest queen who ushered me away

to the palace in the square where the air's so cold

and it gets so lonely in the night.

She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch

by the TV. 3D visions of a soapflake, trumpets

blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"

Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt

the claws in my back, rocking backwards, rocking

forwards in the groove. The earth moved! The

couch moved! We rolled on the felt, knocked the

vases off the shelf... Watched ourselves in the

mirror, like animals like cannibals! And you

ate my ear so I nibbled on your shoulder... Rolled

your tongue up in my hands - I swallowed it whole.

Flesh decreasing by the second until all that

remained were the eyes, mine brown, yours black.

Tilted back, we stared at the hollywood sunset.

Brighter now... it looks so pretty tonight.

The light in my little girl's eyes...