the rain in l. a. falls mainly
on me
i forgot to eat again
though i did feed a stray cat
that cried at my door
and yes i keep cans of cat food
around
for just such a thing
now i’m drunk
and walking
and hungry
oh and wet
seeking shelter for a cigarette
they are hard to light in the
pouring rain
meaningless and mundane
until you’re hungry
now my drunken ass wants more
then bar food
no peanuts, pretzels or onion
rings
it’s funny how things can
matter
when you’re hungry for food on
a platter
on a friday night
quantum mechanics never
prepared me for this
food at the top of my list
and friday night lines at every
restaurant
but a slim jim just won’t do
meaning is funneled into food
until i am full
then we can get back on the
skeet range
and yell, “pull!”
and blast all the existential questions
and physicists with their goldilocks’
equations
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