Pressure

I cut my arm open
It was all red and blue and golden streamers like a Chinese parade
An eight-legged dragon reared up
And bells shook

Mrs. Ming caught me looking at her legs
Mrs. Ming caught me looking at her hands
She caught me looking at her face
And bells shook

You were there too
You were small at the back of a pool hall
The sound of the guns like steel drums
The sound of fireworks

You were there too
Stripped to the waist with blood on your face
Kicking like a bull

The sound of the guns like steel drums
The sound of fireworks