Threw It to the winds Fucked an image in my head on the floor of my office Whiskey's idea of heaven Led to desert stone A fundamentalist knocks on my door Hears me panting She tiptoes away Desire turned off like an electric bulb Respect dribbles out Evaporates A train whistle reminds me my hands are idle
Irwin R. Shaw - November 13th 1988
Threw
It
to the winds
Fucked an image
in my head
on the floor
of my office
Whiskey's idea of heaven
Led to desert stone
A fundamentalist
knocks on my door
Hears me panting
She tiptoes away
Desire turned off
like an electric bulb
Respect dribbles out
Evaporates
A train whistle reminds me
my hands are idle