On the dock of the bay

Sittin in the parking lot. My deck of sorts. Can see the baby across
from me. Bit ugly. Sorry love. I'm working on it. You sound pretty
though. If I don't have to cap your vents. It's nice out though.

Just came back from a cookout of sorts. Stopped in. Hey how's the
roommate. Stupid and hurt. What did he do? Punched glass cut his hands
bled everywhere we took him out and closed him up. Frame glass? Yeah
frame glass sharp as fuck cut myself cleaning it up and alcohol seeped
red out of my body. Why didn't he hit the wall? I guess it wasn't
kartharsis enough bleed out the anger love aren't you red and broken?

Used to love sitting out here. Still do. The tree shrugs at me. Headless
wonder. Next to it the power wires bloom. Its spring. Brings out the
animal in mr she says. Baby I can pull the animal out of you. I'd like
to see you try. Dollface, just don't pass out. It's the alcohol. Its the
evening.

I miss smoking. Grab a pack. Always lucky strikes. No filter. Saw it in
the tv. Best tobacco. I like american spirits too. Don't need to smoke.
Didn't like the throat scratchiness. The hacking. The possible lung
cancer. Saw a comic. Moms got lung cancer. Ah, I don't want that. I just
want the feeling. Sitting there take a puff hold it exhale watch the
smoke curl into the streetlight night. See it man don't you want it?
Want what rosencratz. This feeling. That's the port friend. Its more
than the port we are absolved of our sins. Jesus died on the cross
again? He was crucified by the stars the night the glass of port in my
hand. The blood of jesus is sweet and can be used to sear chicken
strips. I prefer turmeric for colouring but port adds a nice sweetness.
Been awhile since I've drank port for booze. I should get some.

Wave a cigarette light for salvation. You don't mind if I smoke? Her
blue eyes flash. Not at all sweetheart lets watch the horses clippity
clop big ones work horses plodding like serfs could crush me in one go I
want a horse. Me too. Ride something that's not iron for once. Horses
are dangerous. So are motorcycles. But a motorcycle is under your
complete control horses have minds of their own. That makes it even
sweeter I like things that think for themselves just like women. Women?
I like women with minds of their own.

Above me is mars. Eastern sky. dusk star. Used to be big. Southern sky.
Southern man. Walked along the quad waiting for a telescope and someone
to tell me where my life was going. It went a bit north and soon a lot
west. I worry. What if I don't graduate. You will graduate. I'm scared
now. Have a plan. Move to montana. Work for a bit. Printer job. Dorm
counselor. Daddy jon does not like it when his kids fuck in the hall.
Take one class. Graduate. I'm outta here life. Back to the bay area.
Heaven in san francisco. Left more than my heart there. How is the lynn
any how? Its been some time. Everyones going to phoenix. They want to
go. I quiver.

Sun's gone. Still bright red in the night. Beam frame. Single swingarm.
Blood of my wallet. I'm hungry. Always hungry. Bought just enough food
for the week. No more. No need more. Passover this saturday. Big brother
wants me to come with. I shall. Back to buffalo grove. Back to the
birthland. Will I recognize it? Haven't seen it in almost a year.
Chasing on how much has changed since. Ah, life.

Tonight tonight tonight tonight, baby.

~ I write with your life and my own ~