Night Train, Part 1
Night Train
(and other mostly true stories about me and all of my friends)
Oh man and do you remember when we went with your friends and drove out to that house party out in whereveritwas to crash them hot tub and while you were hottubbin it up I got stuck in the kitchen talking pocalypse to that fat bitch so I drank and smoked until I couldn't hear her anymore and ended puking all over myself up in your car on the way home and your friends were laughing and the snow was dripping away but still crunching little bones under the tires?
and how through Miss Arizona's nameless desert patch between the legs of her mountain ranges the rain froze to the windshield and when we pulled over to piss it out it froze from us dicks and we break it off like arrows to pull it through?
and when we got that redhead bitch drunk on accident and she wanted to fuck me but after we hauled her on our shoulders and she took that black eyed pavement dive right in front of the bouncer in the leather vest and we tried to leave her at daddy's house but he have a shotgun and know how to bury bodies so we end up with her on your bed and I go home and you fuck her and get caught kicked out and she say rape and then later say love?
and when you chased that guy down the streets of downtown for throwing a quarter waving your louis at all the cracked out crack house felons singing california love down that running motherfucker's throat til he turned a corner and we never could decide if he was a faggot or a tard?
and out taking that other bitch you didn't want to fuck but want to put a fist in to that club in the gloomy church where all them kids taking dancing laundromat spin cycles and five dollar drink specials while outside it's coming down and walking back from it and spinning too like them and into the pancake house piling on the vinyl pews and puking them up and the snow built drifts on your shoulders while you sat and steam and smoked and try to remember how to be a human again and remembered what it's like later when that bitch get topless in your studio and jerking pud quiet like while she's humping you in the sleeping bag so close you could've touched her?
and I powdered up the slimy stairs taking knees like church wet with it on my chest and every step a slipping dance halfway backwards you were there carrying things too, some of them mine, some of them other things up on your back in piles and cluttered soot?
Do you remember it man? Do you remember that time?
We were so crazy back then, we all so black diamonds grinning out the eyes like everything we saw was nothing like it wanted to be but us were free and free and wild elephant children to the ankle boots in the bones of our ancestors who didn't have no names but only fire whiskey or long regrets. And who was ever going to say it die but know where it live first? Cause it live in the dick and it live in the brain and it live in the heart and long as it have all three somewhere it live forever and who can't never say it wrong, never say it stop, never say it ever gonna change but changing always and every day and isn't that the way? Isn't it just the way?