I am tired of this sleeping pill they tell me to take
but soon
I'll bee buzzing
on some schnapps and whiskey
and whatever else the liquor store
will sell me
I don't have an id...
of what to do
except blow the guy with goatee and the tattoo
off
and tell him to go fuck himself
but he just laughs and tells me
he does that every day at one
set aside computer time
so much fucking fun
I fly out of the liquor store
to a more conservative one
painted red
I've got my eye on a woman in blue
who?
could buy a plan b pill for me
cum to think of it, I need one
last night I kissed a boy
and touched his clock
what time is it? I asked
time to get screwed, he said
and I left with a phillips in my chest
it hurt like hell
oh well
at least it wasn't a flathead
I might have a few screws loose, he said
but I think he's lost his cents
or maybe I stole it
to get some smokes
menthol 100's please
what brand, the cashier asks
any kind that makes me look Kool
but the stupid whore gave me cigars
and promptly went back to checking people out
especially the man with the blue uniform
I've got a ticket to cash in on, she said
shoe fly away
and then she swatted me with a boot
I ran out of the store
and walked into my therapists
the rapists love me
but they really resent my s p a c I n g
out
it's hard for me to concentrate
on just one things...
but I'm getting
better
believe it
because if you don't
my mother will put me back in the
hospitable
crazy ward
I hate that place.
I don't think
you are "crazy"
just a little different... like you are the subject of a painting by Picasso, disjointed in time, in a flight from the conventions of realism, and the adoption of complex feelings that illuminate the world in a different way, someone who seeks to stretch the boundaries. This an exceellent write it is rich in word play and lauguage, and we all know that "language' is used not to express but to hide a truer meaning...
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot