another
night
feeling
alright
tacos
beer
now
i’m here
walking
whiskey
listening
to
the plug play
planet
p project’s
pink
world
kind
of never get tired
of
that album
even
though it was
released
in 1984
meant
to go to hollywood
but
must have turned right
when
i should have gone left
i
was staring at her breasts
while
she asked for directions
she
didn’t mind
she
was using them
to
her advantage
i
was patient, polite
when
she was out of sight
her
breasts were still
blocking
my view
unable
to see anything else
i
missed my turn
oh
well
any
spot in hell
still
requires water
it’s
not gonna change
what
i was gonna do tonight
shit
just
lit the butt end
of
a cigarette
guess
i’m already drunk
throw
it away
pull
out another
let’s
see if i can put
the
right end in my mouth
flowers
don’t like winter
i
splinter
just
another fragile flower
scatter
among the shatter
fragments
no
one will collect
philosophy
is a coat
you
can take off
to
suit the conditions
of
the moment
art
is the aching that asks
you
to create it in form eternal
don’t
be me
but
stop being what
everyone
else wants you to be
right
her right now
is
how
and
right now i’ve pulled
a
peanut butter and jelly sandwich
from
the sandwich bag
i
put in my coat pocket
before
i left my place tonight
like
i said
feeling
alright
washing
it down with a beer
in
l.a.
stay
away
from
driving drunk
and
violent crimes
the
police won’t pay
you
no mind
and
they usually don’t
single
out clean cut white guys
on
a crowded sidewalk
my
appearance adherence
is
the clearance
by
which i get to play on
the
dark streets of decay
right
now i’m having fun
sandwich
done
and
i can’t decide
if
i want to use my free hand
to
get a cigarette
or
my flask of whiskey
to
join my community
of
me and an open can of beer
o.k.
flask to task
back
in its cask
reaching
for a cigarette
existential
crisis solved
i
even have an extra pack
of
cigarettes
this
could go all night
but
right now
i
have no idea where i am
except
that wherever i am
is
being coated
with
a light rain
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