Saturday, April 5, 2008

too drunk to write


whatever the inspiration
we dont speak of that now
does it really matter any how?
i will shake it all alone in my apartment
i will shake it on top of the mountain and not really give a fuck
full of dust and
just like those hymnals so far away
i used to really shake it there
we dont speak of that inspiration either
a real sin
too drunk to write

lost in a fog listening to...what the shit!
stupid
my liver tucks in resigned to my idiocy
stupid