greasy
paper bag
empty
of its contents
the
crumbs of the tortilla chips
it
once held
strewn
upon the table top
the
styrofoam salsa container
stained
with remnants
it’s
lonely lid lying nearby
some
of its contents
spilt
on the copy of “junky”
by
burroughs i just bought
and
left on the table for another day
the
sitting chair is occupied
by
empty containers which once held
chinese
food
the
used plastic fork
has
found its way to the hardwood floor
the
kitchen counter is covered
with
empty pizza boxes
and
uninhabited whiskey bottles
are
strategically spaced at the place
where
i took the last sip of their harshness
hope
sandoval and the warm inventions
new
cd
soothes
the silence
i
open my frig
that
i thought harbored nothing but beer
and
see the last slice of last night’s pizza
i
must have just tossed in there
one
hand grabs a beer
the
other grabs a slice
breakfast
is served
on
my book case i notice
two
unopened packs of cigarettes
i
keep forgetting i have plenty
and
buy more
and
with a frig full of beer
there’s
no need to go to the store
maybe
i’ll just stay in tonight
pet
my cat
peruse
tristessa by kerouac
which
i also just bought
let
empty beer cans
add
to the décor
have
sex with my hand
while
i stare at a picture
of
a waterfall that has run dry
its
exposed rocks beckoning to the sky
devoid
of anything but blue
just
found a water shutoff notice
on
my front door handle
pay
or have a putrid toilet
un-showered
skin
i
toss it on the table top crumbs
down
my beer
toss
the can in the kitchen sink
grab
another from the frig
somehow
the sunglasses i bought
in
santa monica are broke
time
for a smoke
balcony
with my beer
select
from my phone app
“goodnight
l.a.”
by
counting crows
light
up
watch
my exhale
create
a veil
upon
the face of los angeles
my
pen just broke
i
have a coffee cup full of them
but
i just lit a smoke
and
don’t smoke inside
so
will make do
it’s
the one i took from the westin
when
i was there on june 17th
and
used to write all the poems
i
recently wrote about her
when
i was preferred
hence
my attraction tonight
to
dried up waterfalls
ah
just
opened the beer
i’d
move to the freezer
fed
my cat
who
cleaned her plate
and
now wants nothing to do with me
a
beer this cold
deserves
another cigarette
balcony
bearing my weight again
guess
i won’t be reading any of the books
i
bought a couple days ago
back
into my apartment
that
could use a woman’s touch
and
the me that longs for
a
woman to touch me as well
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