in a chinese alley in february i found a frozen girl naked under ice in a chinese alley in february you can find all sorts of things like a box inside a box inside another box dry cleaner window covered in a film of white chemical salt black exhaust brigid straddled her space heater on her leg a handmade tattoo of a straight line she tells me not to belabor too long while the cold gets me hard as a statue she hanged by a tune above the organ a tune for we have nothing else singing sweet mediterranean while her universe went missing you got to make your own music from inside a chinese box and we sipped on the fallow laughter of green tea nobody staying too long there at the crossroads drone taxis pointed in the direction of a bridge to evil goodnight love love goodnight goodnight love love goodnight