i
was at a bar
across
from me in this rectangle
was
an asian woman
more
beautiful than any woman
i
have ever seen
she
was staring at me
when
our eyes met
she
smiled
i
looked away
finished
my beer
left
money on the rectangle
and
headed for a breath
of
late night smog
lit
a smoke
and
started walking
stopped
thought
of
her beauty
her
smile
twisted
the top off my flask
drained
it
started
walking again
i
know it is foolish to believe
in
fairness and justice
they
are concepts
they
do not exist
as
there is no divine to dispense
but
i still can’t help hope for happiness
but
where is it to be found?
i
was happy in her arms
but
she left
should
i move to atlanta, georgia
so
i can stalk molly ringwald?
would
that bring happiness?
i
continue walking
start
singing runaway train
by
soul asylum
in
the dark streets of decay
i
wrote about the loss of the love
of
a woman
but
i think it was really about
the
loss of faith in god
i
use to sit on santa’s lap
tell
him what i wanted
and
there it would be
under
the tree
where
is that tree?
i
thought i knew things
i
don’t know shit
well
i do know that i don’t know
what
i want
or
maybe i do
and
what i want is what i do
walk
drink
write
alienate
i
make no vows
that
i will not make the same mistake
and
not look for happiness
in
her flesh
but
tonight
when
she smiled
i
looked away
and
took my place
on
these dark streets of decay
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