walked far downtown
at the door, turned around
knuckle dusters follow us
cut a left and lost the schmucks
drop down a doubleshot
the chaser made my face hot
we undo our collars then
huddle up and smoke pot
we eat food, we lose shit,
i throw up a sandwich,
face on a toilet seat
half-have a violent fit
drink till whenever,
we kept on going later
until we hit a deadend
4 was the time, and,
the sun was coming up too
tommy had an interview,
wasted a night till
the sky fuckin turned blue
9 is the time and
sam's got the bends again,
tommy's straightend up but
his knuckles look all fucked up
stopped past the breakfast club
ordered a bacon sub
five cups of coffee did
absolutely nuh-thing
time to chuck the dummy said
billy with a smashed head
bleeding on a pamphlet
his white shirt was half red
we shuffle out the front door
dirt forming on the floor
the owner looks and shakes her head
and someone whispers "fuckin whore.."
your work is amazing, did you end up getting published?
ReplyDeletenope. fuck it. i just want to write an autobiography and make people throw up. itll be in a few years but for now.. i'll sit back
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