Tuesday, March 3, 2009

an improvisation (or ripping off kerouac or corso or someone with talent badly and then using)

i guess it's okay to wear sunglasses
but i choose the light
i'd rather blind myself
than numb my sight

alcoholing myself into a doldrums kiss
with floaty and attractive labels on the side of the bottle
my back is turned and i try to say the truth
but i see all the good inside you when you're around
the images all disintegrate when the stage disappears
let's get high so i can pretend i'm normal

fuck until it doesn't feel good
my brain's on vacation for eight hours every day
fuck until it doesn't feel good
i voted for heaven but instead i got this check (as in dollars)