lost on hollywood blvd

tainted decadence
it's only 9pm and the stars below our feet reek
under perfidious neon lights
at least dim sum with spo this morning was magic
xiao and i make calls at 6683
until we realize it should be 6633
so we walk a little further
to geisha house
red lips seal the door
if there are strippers inside, we're leaving
a back way in
music blaring under red lanterns
low lights
hors d'oeuvre
chinatown this morning was magic
lost in rows of silk made for tourists
like me
like them
at least i know better
i believe
i feel
ill