had pushed me under a bathtubful of the stuff
thumped my sails flat out of puff glitter
and streamers sailing on a sea of soda–stream
into rum and coke over icebergs that slice
limes along my hull I'm taking on whiskey and air
to the brain seeing dicky birds and dolly birds
dancing round my skull in feather boa ruffs
and crepe paper hats the funhouse reflects
their buttons and bulbs blaring neon burning
me blind (his cologne!) believe me it's gas
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