one less bottle in the world, one more poem in the world

infiltrated the obliterated

i’ve never procrastinated

when it comes to getting wasted

 

music listening

walking

still drinking

not really thinking

but the pill i took beforehand

prohibits such profundity

 

matt elliott’s album

“drinking songs”

plays along

the absence of mental activity

like an aspercreme

to numb the pain

 

i guess i should eat

since i can’t remember

the last time i did

but i just don’t care

 

l.a. air is like lithium

to my lungs liquid by tobacco

while this april rain

has eradicated the errand runners

leaving me on a stage

before an 80,000 seat auditorium

every seat empty

 

my bar stools are the sidewalks

of los angeles

that years ago i gave the acronym

the dark streets of decay

 

if i could be anything other than me

i’d like to be william de kooning’s

composition from 1955

if heaven had been so beautiful

no angel would have rebelled

fallen into a hieronymus bosch hell

(father, i forgive you

for you know not what you do)

 

the rain in l.a.

justifies a jacket

all my pockets

a time capsule

for 200 ml bottles

i could go all night

 

found a mix

french touch

all the songs in french

it’s not that i’m cultured

it’s just something different

tonight i’m not concerned

with the meaning of words

not even words that confirm

the everything of nothingness

 

just enjoy

as i deploy

another bottle

another smoke

while walking

 

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