most
of the days i sleep away in drunken lullabies
then
walk the sidewalks of l.a. like whispers in the sky
i’m
drinking two to drink a third don’t ever ask me why
in
this theatre the absurd christiaan pasquale’s passing by
the
moon’s a sliver of a pie from thanksgiving tables
all
bellies full with heavy sighs fall asleep to cable
flicker
from t.v. screens illuminating windows
the
ashes from my cigarette a waterfall crescendo
darkest
dances before the dawn asking me to partner
serenading
with a song and closing with departure
i’m
at the stairs up to my place where my apartment lives
i’ll
dream with drunken lullabies that all my sleep will give
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