no underwear crack head bob dylan

by slog

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-12-17 13:54:00

Since you don’t like me I have an excuse to drink thunderbird by the caboose what am I?


Expansive and derogatory


like a “A Wonderful Life” but there is nothing positive about me and I relish in it—I can go back to Satan, being Gnostic and caustic, I hope I left the taste of baking soda in your mouth—I can make eggs—when I go home I might even get laid—if I choose to leave my parent’s house—no I’m going to sell stories and be boring

I’ve only been to one Dylan show—but I saw him seven times, the crack the hobos and the girl not wearing underwear all came the next-but still I can make eggs—and probably even get laid if I leave my parent’s house

Now I’m going to talk some more about that we spent partying with Colin Hauck the girl was wearing panties to start with and then she come back out and had left them someplace else-she comes back and sits in front of me, legs spread wide open, I just laughed at hit Melissa and said “look’ you think I would have wanted to get laid with that crack cocaine and bourbon taste in my mouth but I was so far past that—besides Melissa said the girl looked like Lucas and me still candy flipped really bad decided to take her advice—but I’m sure I’ve done worse


“it’s a wonderful life” and heroin is my wife—


Since you don’t like me I have an excuse to drink thunderbird play the blues on a plywood guitar and make eggs

Being expansive and derogatory

(I never need an excuse to drink—but getting rejected by you-which is ironic I think it makes me happy because I have an excuse to drink thunderbird)

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