When the humidifier doesn't work
Or rather doesn't hush
The garbage trucks on Stuart
I am up again;
Listening to Satie
Breathing pure Fuji mist
In a glass tower
But from the top of every blackout curtain
Screams neon marquis light
Pulsing against the gurgle of moisture
And pattering of Erik and Olof Hojer
And I know they wish to occupy me;
My room, my furniture, my discontent
They wish to occupy me
