half a joint on the front porch in the fukkin’ cold…
by bumblefish
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-04 09:53:00
caught the mirrors mire in my hallways passing glance.Got lookin’ at looking back at me,back at me,and in doing so,Dropping years like flies, softly sighed..shit. Knucklehead impressario.Slouching in ideals-r-forfeit line copping counterfeit counter culture with a nervous green buzz.Inventing opinion as I go..one for every body(everybodys needy)no shoving ,the lines form here,(that mirror again)and the other lines jones on the page,plenty to go around..
Half a grey day is an eternity in NJ..a stagnant hiccup in the WHOLE SPACE TIME thing..a regular fukkin’ bummer.
no jelly havin’with the moldy ass bread..
who do i gotta kill for the get up get out and get to go booby prize..?(remember them years ) big sigh..droppin’um like flies..
presto!!!time to take a piss…