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walking around

don’t have any plans beyond

          this cigarette

so i’m just walking

making sure the car sounds

is not an officer of the law

sip from the straw

i put in a 25 ounce bud light

which i put in a black plastic bag

 

tag, you’re it

no whiskey tonight

i’m already lit

blazed from the brownie i baked

          which only tasted like

          the weed i put in it

 

what can i say

night isn’t day

this is l.a.

if on the sidewalk i lay

pedestrians would just step

          over my body

 

don’t move here

nothing but fear

and a whole lot of anger

everyone’s a stranger

and proximity is reason enough

for someone and maybe

          their entourage

to bring you to an end

 

ah a recycling bin

plastic bag 

empty aluminum can

plastic straw        

all go in

 

oh god

i’m so l.a.

even on the dark streets of decay

i’m recycling

 

just passed by a girl

with a t-shirt that read

“natural blond

speak slowly”

made me laugh

 

went into a liquor store

it had 25 ounce cans of bud light

for a $1.25 each

this included tax and c.r.v.

“i’m the only store that offers this”

the owner boasted

 

when people share

i don’t really care

because to me

nothing fucking matters

cordial among the chatter

i respond like i’m rehearsing lines

 

exit unto the dark streets of decay

open a beer

light a cigarette

continue on with my night of play

 

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