nose deep in noah’s rain

tacos for two with tecate

her eyes were so blue and bright

skin so fair

blonde so hair

she was a beauty

and her smile made everyone look

forest nymph innocence

and i was so bored

 

remained polite

kept her eyes in my sight

but she talked about all the things

i feel just don’t matter

 

walked her to her car

she drove in to meet me

graciously granted goodnights

watched her drive out of sight

lit a smoke

opened my flask

and started my sidewinder slide

down the sidewalk

tongue flicking at the l.a. evening air

 

i hate being dressed up on the streets

every eye you meet

appraises money

and might motivate a murderer

for my pocket change

 

i rearrange with plugs in my ears

select “i don’t believe in god”

by eye

from their album don’t sleep

and take a long swig

of peppermint schnapps

 

the gutter is just a hop away

but on the sidewalk i’ll stay

i have a whole night still to play

on these dark streets of decay

 

l.a. receiving rain

and for the moment i am happy

keep your amazon fire stick

your internet netflix

this is how i want to spend my time

living my rhymes

in inclement clime

 

already drained my flask

liquor store ask

375 ml fireball

the pennies change i don’t collect

sidewalk

light another cigarette

walking

soaking wet

 

no one gets

my poems are meant to be meaningless

actions reflect

belief

philosophical thief

stealing purpose from all that’s portrayed

you may

and probably do disagree

but the fact that no one perceives

like the me i choose to be

is why i walk alone

 

wow

she just texted my phone

thanking me for a wonderful time

with wishes it will be again

 

i power down my electrical device

buy a cup of ice

from an a.m. p.m.

pour in the fireball

pass another strip mall

straw sipping an insoluble solution

tasting the afterbirth of my affirmations

 

god and his claymation

are congregating

claiming causality with consciousness

while i select cigarettes after sex

and listen to the full album

 

my publisher said i should be

considerate of my fan base

but long ago i erased

from the periodic table of elements

the atoms mixed

into a volatile molecule

of giving a damn

what anyone else thinks

 

my jacket’s never on the brink

of being penetrated

by rain un-venerated  

threatening the ruination

of my cigarettes

and mp3 player

although my soaked socks

are making my toes uncomfortably cold

 

shit

i don’t know where i am

i should turn my phone back on

select my gps app

and tell the lady with the

annoying automated voice

i don’t want to be anywhere

but here

 

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