This is all one wind, this
Lifting sand off the selfsame street
Rocking silver automobiles on the road
Rolling tumbleweeds rebellion
And all the tumbleweeds rebel
This same wind in my hair as well

The wind inside my hair is yours as well

In fusion of the riotous night
Rebellion of this riotous night
Neon motherfuckers
Neon motorcycles and chains
Neon chains of night
under the wing of a Singapore jet

Emptying some jamjar kingdom
At the foot of an epigrammatic glacier
At the foot of an enigmatic glacier
Towers of broken stone
Slumped lost, in piss, at the foot
Of some hollow grammatic kingdom
Of some aromatic glacier
Full of flannel & wool
We see the folly of our ways
We'll see the folly of our hollow ways

--riffing off T.S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men"