I am bobbing for newtons apple of my eye that cries for mall nutrition children on the late night tv programs that stroke my insomnia’s alter ego as gravity proves that NO; You indeed can not fly!
I never donated
I probably never will
Sitting in a still pool of my own filth and drool I questioned myself; loofa? Or bullet proof?
I went with bullet proof
So I headed out to where strangers are home and snagged some chips from the neighborhood blocks bodega below me
Don’t worry; they were all natural, usda organic certified, no artificial flavoring added, non GMO product of my imagination.
I dipped into to a real dive of a bar and started slinging shots of whiskey followed with a splash of time back
Thinking to myself, when did my mind snap?
Further I found myself on the brink of extinguishing the little chance I had of getting laid this night, as I squeaked the whiskey film on my teeth around with my tongue as I grew bored of the room and knocked back a few more Jack & times
I continued in thought walks through the vast static, that is conversations of who liked who’s status on Facebook and circumcised my right to scream at ants
Bulletproof
As my ears wet with something of whispers
Come on in, the waters fine
So I wade with the spitters
With the late night hangover pushers
Chasing the sun as we howl with the moon
Breaking up clouds in the black of our swoon
I danced on the edge of a curb with my new sun chasing friends as they swayed back and forth, squinting one eye to watch my balancing act on the government yellow gutter
Thinking to myself, the suns almost here
I wonder if the infomercials are still on
Maybe I’ll catch it so I can get the number to donate
Hmm, well I don’t know, those things always feel like a scam
And in that same instant I lost my footing as I slipped on the wet concrete and fell into a pile of yesterday’s deflated trash
This was just great. Drunk and now I am covered in rotten food and unfamiliar liquid
Sitting in a pool of someone else’s filth and feeling quite the fool, I questioned myself, loofa? Or bulletproof.
Why didn’t I just take a shower and go to bed?
Joshua Tool – 10/08/13
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