SUGARLIGHT
by John Doe & Exene Cervenka

Sugarlight we're addicts
Why do you think we came
He's pasting gold leaches
On my arm

We sharpen up our teeth
White sugar he speaks French
Memorizing torsos
He's open throated

In the corner
My arm is tied off waiting
To burn it down

Sugarlight, sugarlight
I can't believe
Swallowing on bulb after another
In the city of electric light