Woke up still drunk Saw the chaddies last night Ain't seen them boys for awhile But they was there In the neon light Of the bar sign Of that new gaff That is called the black cat Christie had gone bald I had gone fat Their Spanish cousin Miguel Looked disgusted that Me and Milney Had been out all day The margheritas were on offer What more can I say He's an respected man International architect But we bullied and coerced him to get completely wrecked And then it was over Woke up fully clothed Chugged down a black coffee My brain felt exposed Then perceived in the distance A rumble I could not believe Who'd be a bin man On Christmas Eve?
i look at you - long and hard; strike one off the tally card - of false promises, and dubious words; i peck your bud, and fly like a bird.
i draw the line, and watch it fade: every second you and i are away - from each others grips, coming down the trips - i wonder if there was another way.
smoke rings rising up the clock - show me the times i forgot to lock: my impulse for a high; i’m not sure why - i was expecting a key at the bottom of the rock.