Last night was full of shit!
The long walk pissed back to my appartment,
no girl, new numbers, grinding my teeth like this: grimace
Stuck on the side of a chatter chair with a creak in my neck,
somone shoving sprouts in my mouth-
that soft baby brain smattering on my plate,
Green God forbid we should drink of the chicken!
Nuggets on the brain, wailing, calling taxis;
and I swear I'll never get like this again.
Cry wolf where? I can't tell the floor from the ceiling and-
I'm just wondering which would be the more hazardous witch,
to sleep underneath. |