Poetry004

 Hey girl,

Where you going

With that gun in your hand

 

Take a long walk out into

The desert, the sand, take your

Friend you, introduce them

To the end. The end of their sins.

 

There is no where to run to now,

Where are you going to go.

 

Those brides haven’t even

Considered rebuilding

And Jeff Buckley comes ringing

Through the headphones,

And for some reason

That makes sense right now.

 

Lilac Wine.

 

I just want to bury

Myself in my black

Covers and listen to

You read Kerouac to

Me until my head gets

Better again. Resort to

Thompson if I don’t respond

In a couple days.

 

There seems like so many ways,

Should I get a more advanced phone

With my tax rebate – I don’t need it,

Or maybe a PS3, but it’d only gather

Dust cause I couldn’t afford more

Than one game and one controller

 

See I really need to get the hell out

Of here, I need to budget, to think this

Through, I see skies of blue,

I want to go there to.

 

The time to move is upon me.

But I’ve inadvertently secured

So many anchors.

 

And it’s comfortable here,

I know it well,

And with some new toys,

 

Fuck this, I gotta get the

Hell out of here

All I know is fear

 

The friends left behind

Will always know

I can usually be found

It’s time to go

Somewhere far

Setup some shop

 

Get ready for the big take down

 

The deep run South.

 

Wrong direction buddy, it was West,

 

There’s a lot of ground to travel that way

 

This is your life.

 

Never comfortable,

Not even hidden in the hills

Not without money

Got to get up,

Get something

 

Hell, writing a book with the

Most beautiful girl

On the web would be

A good start.