she busts into
my house
screamin
"freaky deaky!"
and
"cocain!"
with a soggy bisquit
of a drunken face.
his eyes are so crazy
i think
they might be on blow
and not telling me
so i cash their bowl
and bring them tea
let them play
all my machines
though
i had hoped to have
a restful evening
hoping
my friend
with half a head
would make it
through the night
on life support.
when i say goodnight,
im not bein a good sport.
theyre offended.
like children
who think they run
everything.
"my nerves are shot,
my friends dying--"
i explain
he says,
"i didnt know
you would take it
so seriously."
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Thursday, May 6, 2010
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