the night is never enough

this is the third poem i’ve started tonight

my mind is stuck in meter and rhyme

but that’s no longer how i write

 

i hate cars

i know i live in l.a.

but my incessant walking

is probably what keeps me alive

amid all the partying

 

i’ve been dragged to car shows

cause, they said, everyone drinks

i was as bored as if i were

sitting here listening to you talk

 

one poem i started earlier said,

“is this bowl microwavable?

i really need to know

your petty thoughts have always sought

to be one who extols

you talk as if i’m listening

believe me i am not

you say your words as if you’re sure

you talk and talk and talk”

 

it didn’t feel very

dark streets of decay

 

the other i started

while listening to a

time life cd containing

60s love songs

“an empty bed leaves me for dead

the love songs shed what she once said

a woman’s charms leave me unarmed…”

 

bad poetry

now i’m just drunk

walking

l.a. has seen a lot of rain this winter

reminds me of when i wrote

my first volume of

the dark streets of decay

 

i’m tired of masturbating to my muse

but all my literary heroes are dead

no new works to anticipate

so cumming inside a rotting corpse

is all i have

 

but it beats listening to you

think you are intelligent

not understanding why when they

did a scan of your mind

they had to use a microscope

 

in elementary school the system

made me do speech therapy

because, according to them,

i didn’t talk normal

imagine what they would do with me now

 

writing deep poetry

about lighting another cigarette

and licking the lip of my whiskey flask

to get that last drop

 

although i am a man of many interests

i started with fireball

then moved on to peppermint schnapps

now i’m drinking beer

 

anyway

started with a syndrome of being down

words about being anti-matter

in a world where everyone thinks

anything matters

and words about an empty bed

now i’m just drunk

and walking

in a $160 jacket

my most recent bought for me

 

l.a. is next to the sea

coastal consciousness creating relevance

with crayons

like claiming you ate crepes in paris

 

clueless capitulations

and i’m so tired of trying to explain

if you don’t understand relevance

based on perception

then you will never understand

 

just please stop talking to me

 

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