[ bukowski > homework ]
why do naps come easy now
and cigarettes taste good now
and my teeth turn numb now
and the boys come and go,
they come and go one by one now
but never long enough for a genial cup of coffee now,
and the bums almost comical now
and the engine a little bit louder now
and everyone's face looks quite the same
or familiar, somehow
why can't i ever remember now?
and why is it never enough and yet always too much now,
the past something i dream about sometimes-but rarely-now
the people whose names i drop not people but more of a means how-
why the water only in bottles now
and the same clothes day after day now
and never a returned phone call or fulfilled promise of seeing each other now,
only that drink like clockwork every thursday at 8 now
and "pass me a light, because i'm drunk and i said, now!"
and car trips for candy and there's snow in LA now
and "i think i know someone down in OC that might know..."
and always the thrill topped by the next biggest thrill
and waking up with strange bruises and a random flask in your purse and more money and more money for more booze for the weekend or heck-how about tuesday?
because fuck let's face it-
we live in LA now.
and cigarettes taste good now
and my teeth turn numb now
and the boys come and go,
they come and go one by one now
but never long enough for a genial cup of coffee now,
and the bums almost comical now
and the engine a little bit louder now
and everyone's face looks quite the same
or familiar, somehow
why can't i ever remember now?
and why is it never enough and yet always too much now,
the past something i dream about sometimes-but rarely-now
the people whose names i drop not people but more of a means how-
why the water only in bottles now
and the same clothes day after day now
and never a returned phone call or fulfilled promise of seeing each other now,
only that drink like clockwork every thursday at 8 now
and "pass me a light, because i'm drunk and i said, now!"
and car trips for candy and there's snow in LA now
and "i think i know someone down in OC that might know..."
and always the thrill topped by the next biggest thrill
and waking up with strange bruises and a random flask in your purse and more money and more money for more booze for the weekend or heck-how about tuesday?
because fuck let's face it-
we live in LA now.