One night in the year the night takes the wind in a spell
And in that wind devils play

The moon is not the moon
It is an alien spaceship hovering above

The earth is not the earth
It is a TV studio in outer space
Little green men tune into my life every Friday night at 8:00 p.m. EST

Back in High School when I was sixteen I said,
“Ten years from now I want to be walking down 8th Avenue wearing nothing
But a fur coat and a g-string…”
No one thought I meant it.
And here I am in a jungle book town freak show

(7 minute pause for Commercial Break)

Party to party Jim wants to sleep with Tony but Tony got his pump stuck in the toilet
And Sarah is just fourteen and is hiding next to my naked skin inside my fur coat,
Her mom has forgotten her as she’s on the couch blowing Peter but Peter don’t care
Cuz Peter just wants Jim to pay a little attention to him because Peter’s boyfriend
Is too busy trying to unclog the toilet but he can’t so he just squats down and shits
All over Tony’s right ankle and I am just sittin’ here on a window ledge trying to keep
Cool with this fetus chick beside me (she’s looking down at my exposed leg and her
Index finger is gingerly playing with the silver rings on my black leather collar) and the
Whole party room is just CUMMING all over the place and I just sit here sipping my
Mystery drink (the part that doesn’t splash down on my army boots) and some naked boy in a diaper on the couch leans over and passes me his wet joint and I take a huge drag and I close my eyes, lean back into the nighttime air and I think,

“Yeeaahhhhh…………………..”

As I think back to the night prior when I met Anne Rice and gave her my love
Guaranteed in writing, She smiled! And I left her smiling with my poetry

And I left the book store flying like the Brat Prince and I went home and tried on my
Ten-year-in-the-making Halloween costume.