it is way past midnight
it is dark
it is cold
it is quiet
i don’t even know why i’m still
walking around
i’m in good spirits
nothing is bringing me down
and i’ve lost count of how many
beers
i’ve made my own tonight
i can’t remember the last time i
ate
yesterday? the day before that?
has it been longer?
but it’s only been minutes
since my last cigarette and beer
everything’s closed
and the passengers in passing
cars look like demons
that have danced with the dead
and are now heading home to the
furnace
and i’m just walking
trying to remember the words to
a song i want to sing
but i am having a hard time
remembering anything right now
at some bar i listened to some
poor soul speak
about things his therapist said
were chic
i wanted to tell him to just be
himself
and fuck everyone else
but i just bought him another
drink
wow
there’s a taco bell across the
street that’s open 24 hours
i just found the meaning to
life
which is amazing since i can’t
seem to find my way home
meander and roam will by my
autobiography
but right now i just want a
fucking taco
or two
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