four corners and a king sized bed a china lamp breaks beside my head all those fragments on the floor who closed that curtain and the balcony door the tiles were made to make me slip fitted carpet takes me in sips i should have known in the early state this room was made to liquidate arsenic in a four star meal the law doesn t allow to appeal cyanide through the air condition l a is shaking in its best tradition i drink acid out of the tab i carry my face in a plastic bag no escape they owe my fingertip i m damned to dance on sunset strip sidewalk desserts automobiles stalk lights are orders walk don t walk paramount pictures from the suicide hill the angels came up just to kill l a shaker on the median stripes l a shaker on a video tape l a shaker in a sushi bar l a shaker with his shades on the beach