whilsire
and ocean avenue is my view
been
walking for a while without words
plenty
of whiskey
plenty
of mp3
and
in the bag of shelled peanuts
i’ve
been molesting
i
found one that had triplets
i
don’t need inspiration
just
not in the mood to deal
with
thoughts that are usually caught
in
the web of my membranes
tonight
r.e.m. will suffice
on
my own tonight
part
of the slow she imposed
she’s
out with friends
i
don’t have any
the
male of the species
is
not my thing
i
don’t know if these qualify as cliffs
but
the sandy beach is far below
the
pier is near
but
cops always chase me off either
once
it’s this late
i’ll
just head over to santa monica blvd.
can’t
light a smoke anyway
with
all this ocean breeze
i
wonder if joe’s pizza is still open
i
know where so many things are
my
neighborhood is los angeles county
though
some places i don’t go
areas
gangs control
or
the rich houses police patrol
select
my incubus mix
and
yeah i don’t roam gang territory
i
may be a lot of things
but
i’m not a badass
just
a guy who drinks too much
while
wondering if there is a reason
i
shouldn’t
right
now it’s AIKA
a
wonderful thing
why
she wants to be with me
is
the mystery
i
am good with words
use
my super powers for evil
and
can cast a momentary spell
with
my charm
well,
except with my therapist
female
but
i’m sure she knows exactly
what
she sees
i
don’t bother with that whole
transference
thing
i
know she’s a human with needs
but
when i confide
there
is no hide
wherever
she resides
i’m
sure she knows
you
can’t secure a foundation
with
defective material
so
anyway
joe’s
pizza is closed
another
night of not eating
change
my mp3
to
a rollins band mix
light
a cigarette
finish
my flask
and
continue walking
my
favorite movies always end
without anything being resolved
like
alan rickman’s
the
winter guest
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