Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Monday, February 2, 2009

a last cigarette

rolled back to the courtesy
two plus-one babes accompany me
these streets are calm
desolate
at 1 o'clock
but we roll slow, at war-time speed
enjoying the dimly-lit smog town
south saint loser
my home
not my resting place
i lost interest in sleep in 1936
or last night
when i realized all the great entertainers are fascists
the jukebox aint singin to us
but its a constant topic of conversation
elton john dave matthews sublime johnny cash snoop dogg
somebody is really stoned

hardly constructed anymore
we sit in booths
discuss whats pertinent
we love each other
well they love each other more
but im an island
a rock
a drunk solo poet
two cigarettes away from eternal bliss in this diner booth
so i smoke my last for the evening and put it off til tomorrow.

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