slept
all day
having
spent all night with dance
no
romance
just
me walking home
in
the early morning cold
clothes
wet with sweat
had
one last cigarette
before
turning in
here
i go again
late
night walking
beer
passed
on whiskey
it
gets to me
takes
control
till
i just want to be consoled
admittedly
i feel lonely
in
the surround sound
of
this indifferent town
for
someone
who
has it all figured out
i
don’t know anything
and
don’t think i’ll hold out long
against
the whiskey
half
a pint?
what
can it hurt
besides
even
the dark side of the moon
is
a lie
skeletons
found in a pyramid
are
still just dead man’s bones
do
you envy my alone
my
freedom
no
obligation
no
need for money
without
a woman’s honey
i’d
trade the future days
the
cigarettes haven’t
already
taken
for
just one night
of
not feeling
so
forsaken
i
remember i went to my senior prom
with
someone else’s girlfriend
he
was serving overseas
he
trusted me
we
didn’t even do
the
dances that were slow
i
drove her home
he
was waiting on the phone
when
i walked her to her door
so
much for trust
men
always think women
are
a possession
but
in this late night confession
i
don’t think anything
will
ever make me happy
that’s
why i’m only asking
for
one night
and
when day deals its death blow
to
the remnants of twilight
i’ll
honor the terms of the agreement
and
close my eyes for that eternal sleep
which
reminds us all
we
are just guest
within
the walls
of
the house of life
till
then
i’ll
extinguish another cigarette
think
about whiskey and
barbeque
potato chips
walk
drink
the cans of beer
i
stuffed into every pocket
of
my cargo pants and coat
quote
the
lines i’m writing right now
“stars
above and turtle doves
we
make you more than what you are
in
high school we learn of the love
to
get a girl you need a car
to
keep her be instilled with worth
for
one day when she’s given birth
you
need to provide the suicide
of
value in how she abides”
god
no
wonder i drink
and
walk these streets night after night
no
lot will i cast
until
she falls in love with me
by
reading my poetry
yes
i know expectation
is
excrement
so
i lower my standards
and
bought those barbeque chips
and
let this beer buzz
be
my one true love
l.a.
is an easy place
to
avoid human interaction
i
prefer subtraction
when
people try to make connection
i
think if they really knew me
they
would disdain
nothing
can be healed
when
all you treat is the disease
and
not the patient
if
you can’t love me on
the
dark streets of decay
of
my creation
the
rest is masturbation
and
i can do that all by myself
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