cigarettes and screaming and my childhood singing onstage with a room full of fists and real devotion
dancing
the smoke burns me twice. the cold burns me once. and its not jacket weather until
the ground is too hard to lay upon and the sky a clear gray.
but i brush and i floss and i wait
a clean face and two tired feet
wondering when when when.
ive got that loving feeling. shoddy breaks and broken seat belts. and a six dollar cab ride home. back to number two oh two where the television is the biggest comfort.
its alarm clocks and computer screens. an inexpensive acoustic guitar. and a fish.