So now that
I’m sitting here
all fucked up
at 2:26 AM
and not really
sure what’s
going on
I tell myself
“Hey, don’t worry
You damn pot smoking drunk;
It’s all right.”
and I find a way
to believe myself
there’s still an unempty can of beer
on the bureau
waiting to be sucked down
It does seem a little strange
that I can’t focus
on Brautigan
or Exely
and my NG story
on Jefferson
was beyond me
I at least picked up
something and if not
then I tune in
at a later for a reread
Meanwhile I’ll
just finish this beer
and continue the dream
of being for real
The Existentialist
For real as a summons to support reality. To be in favor of "for" real. - maybe :D
I always fancied myself a
I always fancied myself a romantic existentialist