The cigarette burn’d

my fingertips

& dropp’d like a log

to the rug below

My eyes took a trip

to dig the chick

Crouch’d like a cat

at the next window

My ears assembled music

out of swarming streets

but my mind rebelled

at the idiot’s laughter

The rising frightful idiot laughter

Cheering an army of

vacuum cleaners

(Jim Morrison)