In a Chinese Alley

In a chinese alley In February I found a frozen girl Naked Under ice In a chinese alley In February You can find all sorts of things Like a box Inside a box Inside another box Dry cleaner window Covered in a film Of white Chemical salt Black exhaust Brigid straddled Her space heater On her leg A handmade tattoo Of a straight line She tells me not to Belabor too long Why the cold Gets me hard as a statue She hanged by a tune Above the organ "A tune for we have Nothing else" Singing sweet Mediteranian While her universe Went missing You got to make your own music From inside a chinese box We sipped on the fell laughter Of green tea Nobody staying Too long There at The crossroads Drone taxis Pointed in the direction Of a bridge To evil Goodnight love Love goodnight Goodnight love Love goodnight