i wrote this like, 2 years ago. what the hell....
did i
just wake up? mentally, yes. but physically, i have lived another day.
you wake me up mentally, no, not just mentally, spiritually, physically
... you're like a line of cocaine that wont go away. if you were a line
of cocaine, could i snort you? i want to take you into my arms right
now, and not let go for a long while. i walk through the night like
most men walk through a dairy mart to claim my glowing angel. i grew up
drinking the wine my family would store sometimes, but i hate white
wine unless i'm getting ready to walk into a battle. battle you say? it
happens. you should have seen Ireland 75 years ago, damn. i sleep under
the stars like men sleep in their flying cars. i just write words and
connect them like a spiderweb. as a normal person, i'm nothing like a
wax statue. children should be seen and not heard, i guess i decided to
rebel. parents told me that. parents also told me there was a tooth
fairy. case and point. sobriety is hell, i've always thought, because i
turn into a drone, and peddle around. doing what it takes to earn that
minimum wage. but fuck that, i'll write myself under six feet of dirt,
or six feet of dollar bills, either way is fine with me. i want to fuck
you ... until you're insane... i think i already am, but i'll make your
insanity a beautiful place.