Memoirs of an Evening


Dig deep deeper — never good enough — no the psych won’t open up just for anyone — you have to be a special kind of person — one so scarred that even the track marks don’t show. Wear tear bare it well — tolerate the tension dread devil dog that comes with it.

Down hard tonight and in my mind wears a friend calling me back but I can’t go why not? Oh, ****! I need to go! No no you must be here for your mother’s visit.

She’s younger — like when I was a teenager — speaking eloquently — nothing as frightening as the demented dada painting that came later.