Tuesday, March 4, 2014

while I was in Pasadena

make it unfold
one more cup of coffee on my ass
being really homeless taught me
that I really am homeless
gotta make a home --somewhere
give it to me halfway

look arind --yew cahn't see
metch of ennethin
the cowboy's gong dine 3 times

whiskeyed all ideas out of my head
isuppose
why write? what is life?

twisted into a bony lump in this chair
bruising asscheeks and ankles
under my pathetic gravity
these days mister Lump
has ya been eatin' not too well?
if'n yr weight comes dine any farther
yr lible to disappear

get this man a hot roast, a warm soup
put some milk in 'is coffee fir Chrissakes
flutter a blanket rind them shoulders
an' see to it there's no holes in

--I'm fine, I'm okay

criminy, let's get 'im a cigarette already
'e's losin' steam, poor mulligan's drivin' hisself
rind a cocked circle
talkin' gibberish n' pistachios

how'd it ever
O' how'd it ever get this low
'e walks all day in those blocky shoes
'e wants 'is book
--get 'im 'is books lady
put a little bounce in those tits
make 'im 'appy, y'unnerstand?

pinchin' peanuts on the patio
let's raise a glass to ol' Jackie O
livin' out the American dream
marry into money on the losing team

--bring another pot of coffee, and hold the cream

ain't speakin' right, ain't got a home
the boy's a ragdoll, can ya give 'im a bone?
pull 'im up, slap the devil
out 'is mug --if yr not
careful he's lible to dance
tuck 'im in n' pray to Titan
that he make it through the night

drink up, O' disgraceful!

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