livingspeedbump
I wish I was anywhere but here.
i stare for hours
at the grey world
that inhabits the skyline
in my window
i see only rain
and gloom
even on the days
the sun in shinning
so i unregretfully wish
for armageddon
just so i can smile
as i watch you
become nothing
but a memory
of a disease
once cured
the first time i ever danced with the love of my life
it was to "In The Mood" by
Glenn Miller and his orchestra
i like lurking in the realm of abstract
thought
hiding behind mindless obfuscation
confusing
reality with lines of meaningless
musing
i used to love
snow days
icicles and winter parades
but i grew up
and now only enjoy
sleeping alone,
drinking alone,
being alone,
with the icicles hanging from
my heart.
the night is only beginning
im on my second fifth of scotch
lying on the floor
i don't own a bed you see
watching my fan spin
it isn't even on
and listening to Elliott Smith
the leaves are radiant
for a season
for a spell
like me
then as quickly as they
became beautiful, they die
leaving a black and white
world behind
at autumns end
Jesus was a shepherd of souls
I am a shepherd of gin and piss
finding oblivion before i find my words
and find my thoughts
as they seep out of my typewriter
onto the page
as i am fed to the wet crotch of another damned day
automatic cars are for pussies
i thought as i shoved my stick
into the second position
of my shit-rag truck