The pint glass sitting
on the edge of
the nightstand full of
gin and tonic
watching the condensation
roll
down
to the warped hardwood
for the first time
I imagine
a quick sweep of the
wrist,  shattered
glass in the carpet.

I had a Bukowski in me
but I had to finish mixing my drink
The next best seller
but I had to add the vermouth
It was poetic genius
you cant forget the olive
but i’ll lose it if I dont move
I need a pen, i need to get to my computer, i need to do something fast
but it’s long gone now
sifted through the frontal cortex like so much sand through my fingers
and it was going to be the next big one,
the one that would get me out of here
make me the big shot
published author
but no...
the worst part of it is
I used too much vermouth

Stay away from that victory gin that causes rebel rouses, but no elections
Go join the 99 percent and never graduate your fafsa dreams don’t intimidate me
**** your mace brand justice
and your senior citizen abuse.
join the merchant sailors like the greats. be some one who can change,
******* it what we need right now is someone who can wright this right of passage.
we need another Kerouac
we need another Ginsberg
cause all i ever did in Dallas was die
all i ever did in Dallas was die.
set me free from this pretentious tyranny of name brand sweaters, and lemon bars,
your art house cinema fulhouse applause can’t match the street grit grime of my soul.
too much vermouth with much rancid brine has made me a bitter soul of conquest.
the tomorrow is wasted youth on main street on a wave of *****, and appletini *******
sugar sweet synth pop and black liquorice hip hop spewing out of every show off trendy water hole.
the sixth street, fry street, main street, bourbon street of our fathers will swill down the drain
to make room for the next
for the next
for the next.........
after all we ever we wanted to do was last.  
where do we go from here?

Gin soaked Tommy gun ******* sun
of saints and sinner **** trash
poured fourth from some .......
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­**** it.

Crystal Blue pierced by blinding white
Lamp post shadow runs long on concrete
Icy winds sting uncovered flesh
Behind the window glass
I feel only the sun's glow

News feed scrolls by
Digital information
Inject in our brain

Works will not become
Lasting memories in time
Memory fades away