i sit here
bad credit, yet bills still payed
debt collectors still after me
i don’t care about the money gone honestly
i’ll keep lighting money on fire
smoking cigarettes till the ash tray is full
dogs are so cute the way they bark
girls are so cute the way they bite
a lit fireplace while the snow falls
the mountains look cozy
i want to slump into oblivion like the mountains
country music & the Bible
is sex altogether unholy?
maybe most of it
some girls pick you up just to put you down
sometimes i like getting treated like dirt
a girl stabbing me in the back feels right at home
we never had anything
it all goes for a price
the queen is dead
the trash piles & piles
some mattress to crash on
the bank never hears from me
i’m smoking down by the railroad tracks
it’s all some foreign film
we’re in some dull comedy or divine tragedy
throw a newspaper on my porch
oh, right… i’ll stare uselessly at my phone
poetry is like a girl
poetry is like a spliff
minds like balloons filled with smoke
beatnik era: jazz & Kerouac & Ginsberg
there’s a lot to go back over
the future is already here
who needs anything when you got Wi-Fi
they should burn the internet
maybe burn some old CDs while you’re at
whip up a coffee for your head
& be alright with this modern wasteland
sea change… put Bob Dylan on the radio
folk music to cure political evils
i don’t have any agenda
besides trying to light this cigarette in the wind
pimp some butterflies… dog & his bone
she never really ever needed to undress
the way her legs looked as she tiptoed & swayed
did the trick…
her legs, her hair flitting about
the way her shirt flowed over her thin wrists
that said it all…
it was all more than enough
i was always already
at some distantly known peak
somewhere a spliff takes you
with a 6 pack of beer in my hand
on the way to nowhere
slowly, slowly,
quickly, quickly
honey, i’m home
finally made it & i never really ever had to think
˚☽˚.⋆ 
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