see i'm a man from California
i'm not proud of it
...snow...
Waterloo, Iowa
mother with cancer
father a bad drunk
a whole city dying
what a place to try to
save our love
...snow...
it made life seem so
blank
i had to talk behind your back
to the one woman
i shouldn't have
...thousands of miles away...
and you always were a vicious little thing
it was ****
I didn't even see that right hand coming
that open palm fit just right
the first time you ever swung
baby you made my head spin
we were both impressed
i put the car in park
got out, tripping over all that
...******* snow...
how many days does it take
to walk from Iowa to California?
...i hate the snow...

I stood in the living room
on display, proud
proud of the shame i've become
strong, muscular, beautiful
23, wasted, dying
I watched you frown
I am the rebelious oak
i'll **** this land forever

Drinking a pint
Celebrating Christmas's
Demise
Then remembering
There's still new years eve..
Remember last new years?
When the ball dropped
You were full of whiskey
Shirtless
In the cold
And all the couples
Started kissing
And you thought about
Her
And death
And wanted
To cry.
*****.
This year
When the ball drops
I'll
Take
Whoever
Is standing
Next to me.
Kisses
Or
Fists
It's all
The same.

I was in the sixth grade
And I had a best friend
We walked beneath a stalking
Grey sky
To the local pet store
We found goldfish
Under a sign that read
"5 FOR $1.00"
There were about 100 of them
Frenzied in a small tank
Eating each other's ****
And screaming underwater
I said "Lets buy 5 and set them free
In the puddles of the rain"
We bought the fish
Found a jack in the box
Bought some breakfast biscuits
Then went out back
We emptied the fish
Into a rainbow tinted oil puddle
I started to feel the hands of Christ
Twisting at my intestines
Then James started smashing the fish
With his busted up sneakers
He was smiling
And eating his breakfast biscuit
I wanted to stop him
But his mom had died of an overdose
And his father ended up
with her sister
It all seemed
Justifiable
And that's when I realized
How rotten the world really was
And the rain just kept pouring down

Just hit the ******* gas
There are no stop signs
No destination
No laws now
There is a chance of death
There is always death
But you won't see it
Blinded by the sun
All of it's passion
All the burning
All of it's love
All of it's falseness
In your eyes
Just hit the ******* gas
It's better to not know
What lies ahead
Just hit the ******* gas

The last drops of gasoline
Blowing away in the wind
My love sat there sweet
Then spoiled
And some may say it was cruel
And some may say it was never there
But if that were true
I wouldn't feel it was
Going to waste now
The ex girlfriends always said
"Your the funniest guy I ever met."
And
"Your so negative. You hate everything."
My love lives somewhere
Between there
A lone cactus
In an empty homicidal desert
One will give up wandering miserably
Then stumble upon me
******* past needles for
Life

One night we
Got wasted
On Citadel Gin
And she decided
To squat
And ****
In the
Cat litter box.
I yelled
"What's your problem?
Your *******
Drunk man!"
She laughed.
Christ...
Give me
Something like that
Again.

When I was 17
In the garage,
I would chug 40 oz Mickeys
Scream
Then hurl them
At the ******* wall.
The young girls laughed.
I used to stick cigarettes
Up one nostril
Inhale
Chug a beer
Exhale through my mouth.
The young girls
Loved that.
Now
24
Drinking alone
In this ****** studio.
I want to hurl this *******
******* designer beer
At the ******* mirror
But I don't.
Where did your
Passion go
Man?
I sigh.
The mirror laughs.
I laugh.
Then open
Another.

It always made me feel
Sick
When a woman would say
"Ya know, I had the strangest dream last night..."
What made me feel sick was
Knowing that I'd have to ask
"Oh really? What about?"
Then listen to a story that meant
Nothing at the end
Pretend to seem interested
Then pretend that I was some kind of
Dream interpretor
While she frowned at my conclusion
I always hated that...
Unless of course she said
"I had the strangest dream about YOU last night."
That I liked
Anyways...
I had the strangest dream last night.
I was sitting in a dim cluttered home
With some middle aged woman
Of some strange faith
As strange as all the rest
She held a 3 foot cadaver of a man
Only he looked more like a doll
With ripped dead skin
And wide bright glassy eyes
She was sobbing and whispering
To the small dead man
Then she said to me
"It's a custom in our faith to hold our
Dead
And say goodbye to them face to face"
She handed me the dead body
And I thought
I'm not afraid of death.
But my skin crawled
******* hardened
Throat clenched
at the sight of it
I cradled the grotesque being
And said
"Well...I hope the afterlife treats you better than this one..."
I cried a little
I am not afraid of death.
I woke and thought about the dream
I didn't know what it meant
If anything at all
I laughed and said to myself
Your pretty ****** up man.

I had 3 whiskeys
10 cheap domestics
Then saw her sitting there
She must've been in her fifties
Her ******* were big
Her legs long and smooth
Dark hair
Red lips
She sat at the bar
Gracefully
The way flowers dance
I thought
My god
So many men.
Loved,scarred
Left for dead
She had it all
She was woman
She was a beautiful painting
Of death
She looked over at me slowly
Staring straight into mine
Smiled
Then tossed her hair
Then looked away
My blood was burning
My god
So many men.

I saw her
Standing still
While the earth walked in
Slow admiring circles around
her
I meant to say something
Brilliant, beautiful,
But I couldn't speak
Because I didn't want to cough
I seemed to always be
Choking on this world.

"Oh! And look at this one!
Sitting alone in a dark room
Preparing a noose from weaving
Two of his child's jump ropes together!
Guess why!
LOVE!
His love is with another man while
He sits at home with a spit covered
Child
Fantasizing his wife's embarrassment
And regret
When she finds him swinging in
The closet.
Oh, my children, my children.
Love is not what I had planned
For thee."

"Baby, I do know! They're brown, a light brown."
"They're hazel!"
Jesus Christ,
She was crying again
I sighed,
New love is so dumb.
But as I think about it now
It felt good to play the game.
I held her by the face and stared into
Her eyes
"See! They're hazel. And they have
Stars in them, see?"
Stars? I thought, "****, she's insane too."
"Do you see them? Look."
She pointed to her wet pupil
"See those tiny black spots next to
My pupil? My mom always said they look like stars"
I couldn't see any ******* stars...
But for the sake of getting the argument over with...
"Oh...oh yeah...sure...I see them, yeah
They're right there!"
You sucker. What a fake. Weak.
I pulled back my head and stared at
Her whole face.
"Baby, you're so beautiful."
She looked up at me
Wet shining stars and all.
We kissed
And she looked up and smiled
Though not a normal smile.
She could smell the blood and
Fear.

I really thought I had you
Tied down.
My personal tamed tiger
Confined to the bedroom
To the kitchen
To my fears of outside.
But then I kept walking in on you
Staring out the window.
It's silly.
I never thought you'd figure out
That you deserved much better
Than me.
Since you walked out
I've been sitting at this window
Staring
For years.
But
I still don't see it.

It was our lack of
Sanity
That brought us together.
At the beginning it was
Good
We quit our jobs
Applied for food stamps
Stole from grocery stores
Drank and made
Love
All day.
When the money and food stamps
Ran out
We fled the state
Ripped off banks
Traveled
Then got jobs
And died a little.
When we returned to California
We worked
Drank
Fought
And died some more.
She would leave home
For days
While I sat in our apartment
Drinking,screaming, punching through walls
I was gonna leave for good one night
Until she ripped a hole in her arm
To show me
How much our love meant to her
I stayed.
Until finally
It was dead.
I always wonder
What she thinks about when she
looks down
At that self inflicted
Love scar now.
I shake my head and laugh
When I look down
At mine.
I'll treat the next one
A lot better.

The neighbor jumped off the San Pedro cliffs
suppossed suicide
he went down in the 3rd
i know a  mother who smokes
speed,****,cigarettes,
drinks daily,shoots up
lost her children and teeth
she'll go down in the 8th
she'll go down harder than she fought
most will take a dive in the 12th
don't even bother putting up the hands
moving the feet
don't even know there's a fight on
they call that a win
staring out my second floor window
slack jawed, both eyes swollen
teeth loose, blood clogging nose
i keep getting a few good shots in
but life has a great counter hook
my legs are starting to go
and i want to take the 10 count
but
i just can't

Karma exists!
It is real.
I have felt it.
It feels
Like digesting
A machete.
I have been waiting
Years
For this
To pass.

We sat close on a slanted
stone wall
Slanting down
Toward the tide
Toward the rock
We watched them crash and scream
Still engaged in the everlasting war
Or maybe it was an everlasting kiss
Or maybe there is no difference
She laughed softly at my words
She was a few years younger in age
But centuries away in the lashings
Of life
I chose my words
Carefully
Cleverly
I imagined her waking beside me
My bed hardly large enough
To hold us both
To hold that smile
Then my daydream was disturbed
By the scoffing breeze
The palms erupted in laughter
It would never be
My bones weren't structured
To her idea of beauty
And her lack of imagination for life
Was the ugliest beast
I had ever seen
We sat on the stone wall
And there was a long silence
Both realizing love was still
Very far away
The moon sighed
As the tide cracked loudly
Onto the rocks
And I decided
That they were kissing

Where are the lilacs inhaling salty
Sea breeze?
Where are moon miracles shining
Bright on salvation trails?
There are no wise rivers here
There are no stagnant trees escaping
The horrors
Where is love?
Where is god?
When I shut my eyes
I watch a brilliant blue-green
Hummingbird
Flap vigorously
Then suddenly stop
Dying in mid air
Falling onto your filthy pavement
Where is love?
There is no god.

somewhere...
a man bows in his room
feeling a 500 degree
arson of loneliness
howling in his gut
while he thinks
only
of you...
somewhere...
a man is walking 5 miles
in the moonlight
wasted on 16 beers
he is happy to make it home
then finds
that you are not there
again
he finds the sharp end
of your most expensive
broche
sits on the bathroom floor
and hacks away at the leg...
somewhere...
6 inches away from you
in bed
a man lies poisoned
by a 2 year long
suicide
while trying to keep
your love...
somewhere...
just not here...
not anymore...
at least...
for the
time being
anyways...

Up until last night
I would have dreams where
I'd throw a punch at someone
But it hung heavy in the air
As if I was swinging underwater
Pushing slowly through time
And it would connect softly
Only nudging the victim
I never understood what that meant
But last night was different...
First off
I fell asleep sober for a change
My air mattress has a hole in it
So every two hours I'd wake on the floor in the dark
I had a few dreams
One of which I was approached
By some stranger
And I was real cool with him
The way I am with people
But this guy was creepy
Something about his smile
His walk
His eyes
He walked toward me real slow
With this smile...
I could feel the slow punches coming
But instead I outstretched my arms
And strangled the ******* with my bare hands
I could feel the fingers
Really dig into the throat
It felt good
Better than the slow punches
I strangled him
until blood dripped
Out of his mouth
Until the breath was gone
Until he was dead
I wasn't scared the whole time
I drug him back to a house
And leaned the corpse against a wall
Two woman walked out of a room
And screamed
I jumped in my truck
And hit the gas hard
I wasn't even scared...
I woke up on the hard tile again
In the dark
I got up and
threw a few punches
In the mirror
They cracked in the air
like a bull whip
I felt good

You beg to the gods
"Please! Have some mercy on me!
Surely I have paid my karma debt
Off by now!"
And you live for the days
When things are dull and dying
The wasted hours
When you don't think of
Any gods at all.

she once told me
her and a friend invited
the local jehovah's witness boys over
to try and **** them
it made me laugh
then we ******
for years
what's your type?

Love. Like the shadows upon the
Pavement
Waiting for the moon to take it all
Away
Where has it all gone?!
Nearly two years without
Kisses,*****,hand holding
Just an empty bed and
No tears
Tears were love
And stabbing yourself drunk on the bathroom floor
Was love
And the time she hacked at her cold White skin when I was going to leave.
Confusion is love
And waking up together on Sundays
Making coffee,cooking eggs,
While laughing in the kitchen
Was love too.
I remember looking into the mirror
One morning
I said "Jesus! What am I going to do when you finally leave me?"
And she said "ugh! I don't know!"
And I laughed hard
And she stared out the window
And I'm still trying to
Figure that out...

"I just don't feel right
I think we should just buy a test..."
I thought she was a fool
She was always so worried
About people,time,missing out
On life
Not me
At the time I was only worried about
My hangover and the cable man
I said " Baby, your crazy. The cable guy is suppose to be here
Between 10 and 1.
Your gonna have to wait."
She clenched her jaw
Glared at me
Rethinking her definition of hate
She had just come back
After walking out on me 3 weeks ago
But that was ok with me
She was a fine girl
Her face beamed beautifully
Screaming like the tortured moon
Her body dipped and climbed
Like new mountains
Like burning rivers
Like rainfall on dying trees
"I can't believe your making me wait!
I might be pregnant! Your ******* ridiculous!"
I said "Well if you are, it isn't going anywhere..."
She ran out and slammed the door
I chased her down the street
She stopped suddenly
vomited her mcdonald's breakfast
On the sidewalk
I held her hair
Maybe she was right
We got the test
I was standing with the cable man
Flipping through 900 channels
Then I felt it
My apocalypse
My judgment day
Death and life grinning
They always had it out for me
"It's positive." She said
Her eyes suffocating
Bulging with tears, hate, agony
They were dulled by deceit
By the nights of me not knowing
Where she was
But I loved her
So I didn't bring that up
Then she said "...how soon can you take me to the clinic? I can't ask my mom for money, but you just got
Your Christmas bonus right?"
She said it like she decided
weeks ago
She wanted no discussion of a life
With me
I said "yeah."
And soon it was done
And then we were too

Immortality
In 5 tall manic stacks
On the floor.
Locked in a
**** apartment
For a year
Forgetting the world
Discovering
The line.
They scar the soul.
They harden you.
They rip the *******
From your skull.
They get you ready
For what slithers
Out
There.
I often think about
All these books
Sitting neatly on a shelf
In a warm home
While I lie next to
A warm woman
One leg thrown over
Her soft ***
Forgetting that the books
Are even there.

Ma has a new
Saying
When I drive down to visit.
I sit in her kitchen
And she says
"I didn't know what I was doing. I just wish
That I had been
a better mother."
I wonder if it
Is my face
Or what I came to be
That makes her
Think about that.
"Well...its tough out there, you did your best ma..."
She forces a smile
Then looks down at the tile.
I drive back home
Doing 65 in a 35 zone
Blasting Hank Williams
While all my fellow
Mexicans
Frown at me
From their
Car windows.
I walk into
RM. 101
Crack open a pint
Inhale
Stare down at the tile
Sigh.
Someday
I'll be
Somethin
Ma.

The mother feels
Accomplished.
Finished.
By the the birth of the child.
Then the rest of the life
Weighs down on him.
I have seen it.
I have felt it.
And on her death bed
At least he will
Be there.
And that idea will be passed
Through generations.
But I do not like children.
I do not like putting others
Under pressure.
So who will hold my hand
When my time comes?
I carry
All the love
In the world
With nowhere
To place it.

Alone can't be right...
It sounds like too harsh of a word
For this
How about
Dreaming?
Or waiting?
Karma?
Or an act of god?
The women are out there
Walking circles in grocery stores
Staring into bar bathroom mirrors
Wearing white dresses with
Blue roses
Smiling
Smelling of lavender
High heel steps combusting like
Matches
As they scrape against the filthy
Streets
Bodies shining like moonlight reflecting
off the blade of a butcher
The women are out there
Tonight there's two right outside
Smoking from a pipe in the alley
Talking louder than my radio
"He was like 'Please baby, we can make it work', I was like 'Nah fool! You been creepin!'"
"Ah my gah, that fools drama... COUGH COUGH"
"**** girl, imma fine me a new manCOUGH tonight!
**** that fool!"
"Aye! YOU gotta do YOU girl!"
The women are out there
They're right outside my window
Waiting
And tonight
That's close enough
For me

It's called the Hotel Cabrillo
Rent's $550 a month
The stairs are dead
And the brick is sobbing
In 100 years of blood and spit
The tenants are much the same
Except maybe a few years younger
I saw her at the door today
She was my age
Her eyes were bold
Dark
I was covered in sweat from work
She opened the building door for me
The way she looked up at me
Like I was it
Something to see
I haven't seen that look in years...
It murdered the last five years...
The bad ones...
For a moment...
I said "thanks"
She smiled, said "no problem"
But it was

There were managers
College grads
Conspiring in the corner
Next to the dumpster
And the women complained
About mistreatment
And the men worked with
Aching backs
Dying to prove
Something.
Everybody is busy
Everybody is angry
Nobody feels
Fulfilled.
Some walked fast
Some dragged themselves
Some sweated
Some laughed
Some screamed
Some looked
Miserable.
Everybody submitted.
Christ...
It's just retail.
Every morning
I say to myself
"I'm going in,
but I ain't doin
****
Today."

I didn't know her
never will
but her neck was long
and she smelled of flowers
i noticed while passing by
she didn't notice
anything
i walked away
and she stood there
neck long
smelling of flowers
drinking gin alone now
i wonder what it'd be like
to feel pure
like her

The holidays aren't meant
For the lonely.
Imagine,
Going to a department store
Alone
To only buy cheap gifts
For your grandma
For your siblings
For your mother
No lovers
No friends
Nobody exceptional.
Insanity.
And they all are expecting
Nothing or
Cheap knick-knacs
From you.
Nobody to impress.
Then working 10 days straight
Up until christmas eve
To make sure everyone else
Has a memorable christmas.
Christ.
I open the 3rd
From the 2nd 12 pack
Of the week
I open the book
Celine says:
"People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delerium
in front of them."
I smile
Dog-ear the page
Hold the brown ale
Up to the light
It is pretty
Like a poisonous flower
I **** the bottle
And time moves like its suppose to.
A fast uncontrollable blur
I am one with the spinning earth
Thoughts and words flow freely
There is no past
There is no future
Just a distorted
Present.
I walk outside
For a cigarette.
I stand swaying
Becoming
Intolerable
To the people
That pass by
Rubbing them
The wrong way
Like a poisonous
Flower.
Christ.
Bring me the
New year.

When youve had enough
And decide to walk out
They tell you your up
For a promotion.
When you test a new death
You go blind with madness
For 5 days
Then suddenly open your eyes,
A brand new clarity.
When the loneliness is
Victorious
You'll stand on the window sill
Ready to go
She will walk below
Look up at you
And smile.

There were legs
Everywhere
Tensing
Writhing
She crawled
All over
A spider mounted
The horse.
We were spitting
On everything
The church killed for
And everything
That science killed for.
The walls couldn't hold
The shrieking hawk
The coyote howl.
Without the clothing
Without the sanity
Without pretending
We were ugly animals.
It was life
It was wrong
It was nature
It was ******
It felt good.
To stop being
Human
For a few
Minutes.

A foaming
Fanged black dog
Hums high toned
Delicate bird ballads
Over cold comfortless
Empty tomb growls
It sits at my bedside
Waiting for me to wake
And lulls me to sleep
It watches me twitch and roll
With relentless glowing eyes
While panting heavily
It's not all that bad
It often makes me
Feel good
It reminds me that I am alive
But I can see it's intentions are
To devour me
Loveliness, liveliness, loneliness...
I think I'll call it Love

Sickening streaks of
Suicidal moon.
Dancing wildly
With a short fat woman
To the howls of
Old crying mexicans.
I stared into the mirror
I liked it.
For once
It made sense.
Maybe it was just
The death digesting
The poison in my head.
I locked myself in the room
"You'll be alright you'll be alright"
Awake for 24 hours
"youllbealrightyoullbealrightyoullbealright"
Then I slept.
In the morning it was gone
And so was another piece of
Bodymindspirit
But hell...
You should try everything
At least once...
????

Tires meeting rain
The only existing sound
The oaks bathed proudly
Feeding off of
A sobbing grey sky
I watched it all
Alone again
Out of a second story window
Only
This time
I didn't realize
That you weren't there
This time
I was finally thinking
About tomorrow

she asked
"what do you write about?"
and I stared at her
and my scar itched
then my pupils grew twice their size
and then I vomited
all over the floor
she said
"OH!!!"

She stormed into the break room
The hottest piece of *** at the job
She was crying into her phone
"Why you gotta be like this?!...
Your so ****** up!...
But I love you!...
Oh my gawd, why?!"
She buried her wet swollen eyes
Into her hands
Then sobbed uncontrollably
I could here the guy on the phone
He was crying harder than she was
He could hardly speak
I pretended not to notice
Took a bite out of my granny smith
Put my feet up on a chair
And thought
This is the best kind of apple
My favorite apple
And it was real sour
Just the way I like it
I was happy

He was a new guy
He said he was a writer
And ****, at first I believed him
He did have a degree in journalism
He had a miserable look
Greasy hair, greasy face
Greasier than mine
But then he told me
His misery
Came from politics
He only wanted to write
About politics
His constant frown
Depressing stride
Defeated personality
Came from politics?
A strange woman once carved a heart
Into my arm
With a rusty
Swap meet Indian knife
Then we ****** after.
Who the hell has time
For politics!?
They canned that *******
And I felt jealous.
He had a lot more time
To write.

I was walking down Gaffey Street
2 am
Drunk with only
The moon
To watch over me
Up ahead I saw
This black guy
Leaning against a newspaper stand
He was drunk too
He was staring straight into my eyes
I thought about looking down
But that would be submission
I stared at him and put my chin out
Blew my chest up
He saw this
And stood up straight
Hocked a big loogie
I balled up my fist and
Stepped closer
Feeling more alive than ever
Thinking about death
How it wouldn't be so bad
When we finally got an
arms reach away from each other
We did the up and down look
I knew he could take me
I finally said "You alright man?"
He spit again
I walked past then turned around
Walked backwards
He was still staring
Nothing happened
I turned around and heard
"****** ******!"
I stopped
Then thought
That's not so bad
And kept walking
The hardest part of being a man
Is that we all have to be
******
tough guys

I am sitting on the bed
Alone
In San Pedro
In my small studio apartment
Reading Sherwood Anderson
Opening the third beer
I started thinking about the hell
The last year brought
The loneliness
Agony
Then I started to laugh
It was so god awful
I had to laugh
Yes, im still here
******* at a beer
Waiting for greater agonies
I looked over at the stack of books
That kept me alive this year
I thought
You idiot
This was one of the most
Important years of your life
I often daydream
Of being a 250 lb
World Champion Heavyweight
Boxer

She asked
"Have you ever read the Bible?"
Said Mary was the mother of all
Said the gays made her sick
Then told me about some of the guys
She met and ****** on tinder
"He was from Brazil, he was good at ***..."
Good at ***?
She dropped me off at home
There was a pause
I said "alright...have a good one..."
She stared with simple,stupid,confused eyes
I walked in the house
Sat on the bed
And I was alone again
But a little less

I watched a cat
Tense up
Spit and hiss
At the sight of
Itself
In the mirror.
The bird will believe
That he is not alone
In his cage
If you place a mirror in it.
The mirror
That cruel *****.
I looked into it
And did not like what was there
But I did know
That- that-
was me.
Man recognizes his own reflection
Then believes he has a right.
A right over everything else.
A right that is not
Fought for or learned.
A right that he
Is simply born with.
The mirror
That cruel *****
Murdered humanity.
We are slaves to the sights
Of ourselves and others
While the cat
Searches only
For a spot of sun
Then lies
In the grass.

poet
you sit down
smashing the keys
it's all very important,right?
yes, it's all very important
all voices must be heard
all thoughts must be captured
what's another word for...?
i wonder what it'd be like to...?
what was her name...
brushing your hair in the mirror
falling past a thousand thoughts
not seeing that you are completly
gone
to where?
take me to the desert
and set me on fire

I'm gonna find
Something
In this 7th beer
That I could never find
In your eyes.
It won't be as beautiful
But it will be
True.

No
The love
Life
Laughter
Soul
Hasn't gone
Yet.
Yes
It dangles
Begs
Is beaten
Set on fire.
It all just
Doesn't
Seem
Most
Important
Now

The scariest part of
This loneliness
Is how much
I don't seem
To mind it

He was a guy afraid of not fitting in
His hair was perfect
Smooth skin on his face
Had the current style down
Eyes bright. Still living.
One day he asked me
"Man Ray, how do you do it? You make it look so easy."
"Make what look easy?"
"Everything."
I looked down at my filthy
Brown leather shoes
And there was a hole in my pants
And I needed a haircut a month ago
And my face was battered
Like an airstrike on the moon's soil
I felt my chest still inflating, deflating
But couldn't decide whether it meant
Living or dying
I realized then that I hadn't really
Been afraid of anything
Since I defeated loneliness
Years ago
I smirked at that thought
Then said to him
"**** man, I don't know. I guess I just don't care about much."
He shook his head
And I walked away
With my shoulders high
And my chest out
I felt 10 times my size
They can keep the politics, wars, television, fashion,skin products,shiny cars,cell phones,restaurants,new shoes,false love, dead music
I went home
Opened a beer
Picked up Voltaire
And got away
From all that
Mess