Ah, vaginal eclosion of perfectly timed dreams and mundane phenomena
don't give me anymore poems of warmed turkey sandwiches
and endless nights of drunken mischief
I'm bored with those pathetic tales
give me electric light on every corner of my eyes
give me supermarkets that stay open until midnight
lovely cashiers who don't mind how you look anyway
smiling always no matter you didn't shave today.
The mornings and the afternoons are now flooded with sun
way too hot for a checkered black and white Count Dracula like me
it's only at night that I come out to live the life
practicing the scales and arpeggios on the acoustic guitar for a while
then I get out to the bar to listen to some jazz
I let the professionals do their job right.
When I finally come back home I'm never alone
at the very least I bring with me a lovely buzz exciting the senses in my head
so I stare at the CD collection wondering what to play
it's 3:30 am - it's funny how easily life slips away.
V.A. Aug 18 2002