Stupid Gnawing Feelings

Stupid Gnawing Feelings

Back up slumped against the wall

Pitter patter of the rain drumming

Wet drops drip on the tattered roof

Someone hitting a little bump

With another in a bathroom stall

Seeking something kind of ethereal

Zig Zag papers & some loose leaf

Always whip the wallet out quickly

Got to pay for this iced bud light

6 pack of bud & a pack of smokes

A stack of bills & some loose change

Baby been down & out… too iced out

It’s never too bad though

Smoking out the back seat

Sitting nursing this black eye

Lips wanna kiss another’s

What’s the point of whatever

Quick fuck & a few bucks

Get fucked & get buck

Where’s the truth

Probably somewhere in cold concrete

Praying for the storm

Calm is boring, but boring is cool

Light it up… another day all but gone

It’s all been played out

It’s all but done with

The whole thing’s vanished

Ash on the leather seat

Beat plays on & nothing hits

The beat the only thing that hits

Little match with the side shit

Main bitch & our next trip

Trip over a bitch

& you’ll see me in my bag for weeks

The whole thing’s so mundane

The neighbors must think we run a meth lab

Drab & drag… the whole thing

Such a drab drag dragging on

The homeless guy pushes the cart along

My words all dissolve

Time to solve the distance between us

Where’d she go

Wish you were here

You’re nowhere near

I’ll near break down without a cig

Here one sec, gone the next

Flick the shit out the rear view

Make one more 11:11 wish

Damn bitch with the iced out wrists

Cute hips twist with the brisk frisk

slip in the whip

pink slip & a pink slit

poetry makes her melt

maybe some makes her wet

she’ll never be mine

i can’t claim any one thing

but i may be hers

Quickie in the mall restroom

Hotel key at midnight

Making our way through the lobby

The doorman still there to greet us

Complimentary coffee

Cig out on the patio

& a continental breakfast

The point is to not think so much

Just let the process flow

The rhythm of mindful movement

She stabbed me in the back

That’s alright… Romeo loved Juliet

got nothing to eat

jus this damn relieving nicotine

anything to take the edge off

a hot girl & tunes that bang

Sink the shot…

Cig in the ash tray as i take a shot

Whip out the key

Drive to the point & ride snow

Ride slow in the old caddy

Nothing to do except this baddie

She’s cute & the whole world knows it

I don’t care about nothing

Except the drip i got on

And the tunes i got booming

She’s a boo… they say boo hoo

Pookie & a poolside convo in the a.m.

Room key & we gone till next morning

Shower head soaking wet

Kind of over it all & Sunday’s best

Life’s cool if you don’t look into it

All’s cool if you don’t look into it

Bruh must think he’s the shit

Rather be aloof & indifferent to this

Way she moves got me fucked up

Next thing i know, i’m fucked up

Fuck do they think, i’m next up

I’m just in the background

Back of the club smoking cigarettes

Just a goth bitch with a grunge fit

Cute girl popping out in a new whip

She’s a little fader girl

In a thrasher hoodie & high top kicks

Dressed to impress & a little mess

Not really trying to impress

I go on & on, yet jus digress

Die more… live less

is less more?

Life’s a bore

Up north… where she at?

Up north, in the highest alps

Vision clear… nothing but clouds

Too much coffee

Need the perfect balance

Of both water & coffee

Steadily incoming tunes

Energy at an all time high

Yet fully 100% sober

water + caffeine + music + nicotine

reading, writing, listening

sipping, smoking, sipping, smoking

Drip or drown world

Drip or drown world

Whole world dying slowly

Whole universe thriving quickly

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