Thursday, November 01, 2007

so...
life is crazy
feasting and famining
playing to empty rooms
(mostly empty rooms)
selling candy
feeling empty
looking full
grass ain't
just greener
shit practically glows
in the dark
engagement
withdrawal
stoicism
hedonism
nothing
nothing works
i'd enforce my nihilism
with cigarettes
but it effects
my trombone playing
someone
recently said
i'd have to
fix myself first
well, its tkn 37 years
to fuck me this much up
so I reckon
it'll take 37 more
to straighten me up
if,
and only if,
no more crookeding occurs
no reason
I can't enjoy life
in the mean time
let my hands go
let my lips go
where they will
in the mean time
while
you know
i
you know
work on things
you know
fixing myself
all i want to do
is own up
install horns
a tail
cloven hooves are a bit much
don't you think?
shoes won't fit
eh
broken
whattaya want?
me to be a saint
indiana jones
patrick swayze
bukowski
nope
just me
just me
and my shadow
strolling down
falling down
on top of you
eh,
broken
whattaya want?
a gun at a knife fight
an insider tip
a face that could launch
a thousand ships
nope
just a raw deal
and a shot of whiskey
and a fightin' chance
if you'll fuckin' fight
eh,
broken
whattaya want?
a medal
a cookie
a pony
a penny
a fuck
hard and fast
nope
a roof
and a pillow
and a hot shower
before work
if yr lucky
if yr lucky
and yr not lucky
are you
no yr not lucky
yr not lucky
at all.

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