too long
i guess
i've hunked down over the wood of
bars looking for music
i don't know what made me feel that people of
soul might be more in bars than
elsewere
that cost me
many years of barren
study
it was when i began finding more interesting things
in the grains of wood
than in the people
that i got what i needed to drink
and took it to a room
and closed the door
men who drink in rooms alone are less
afraid than men who drink
together
it's like dying alone
cheaper by the ounce
and a better high
than any Western movie.
domingo, octubre 25, 2009
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