life gets
lonely twisting off
another
bottle

cap
while wondering
when they last bothered to
update the
label

art

this bottle
of colt 45 told
me be ready
for

the first of july
and all that comes after
get rid of your
concert season
passes a tarp and
a few posts
are all you really need

to make something
'home'.

a while ago as a hungover passenger
i said, making a
grand sweeping gesture
indicating the surroundings,

'these people don't stay up
at night worrying about
hurricanes'

that was in iowa

and later i heard
this
and just sat

sat and
sat and slumped
and stared and

so this is 'bye'.

yes.

it was good seeing you.

you too.

what are you going to do, now?

i am going to drive home in silence then sit on my kitchen's floor

and get
very very
drunk.

today
i found out
aslaska has a
ton of mosquitoes






what a god damn bummer.

my love
i
was wrong

save me

in the rain
in a car's
compartment

sitting
wondering why
i don't go back
in

quickly
i may

still make an

impression

doesn't

eighty go to
new york?
i think
so.

thats not
going to
work.

we'll
work it out
on the
way.

an afternoon spent
listening to
ultra-nationalistic Sousa
marches and looking out
into an uncharacteristic haze

walking through gardens that aren't
mine

the words of a french canadian dj
stuck in my ears 'eighty five and
overcast. and now here is a waltz

for you

this lazy sunday
afternoon'
back again in bed
with a sick cigarette watching
my hair grow over my ears.
tomorrow

i will wake and walk probably
buy a bottle of beer and think
about the circus.