The Night That We Stayed In

The replicants have gauzy hands
beneath their pretty coats:
I’ve seen them, and I know.

The out-of-doors was worrisome:
I got in accidents,
and panicked in my scarlet suit,
hearing sinister voices, but no voice came
the night that we stayed in.

While you were a drowned policeman,
I romanced automatons.
It’s not for you, shaking like a nervous wreck
in the frenzy at the discotheque.

So, what could you want
with no-eyebrow debutantes and
vacuous boys in rooms filled with noise?

Oh, throw your hands in the air,
and wave ‘em you just don’t care.
We did not mingle with the vapid mob, dear,
the night that we stayed in.