who could resist being up this early and watching the MOON DISAPPEAR before my eyes?
I’m still here, but the moon decided to go to sleep
I feel very grandiose about this, I must have more stoicism than the moon, even
and I take a long pull from a ten dollar brut and I congratulate myself in the way the french know, with a flick of a wrist and a nose into the frame..
could it be any more of a wonderful sweaty awful burden?
could I be more tempted? I will lick it all like a puppy
my tongue will develop horrible callous and pallups
Id have to start using extra care listerine and pop them and watch the blood ooze down the mirror from my snarly, yellow tongue
but i swear, it would be worth it
I’d taste the smoke coming from the chimney
I’d taste the fluorescent bulbs in the billboard advert. reminding me about time..
I’d like the palm trees that are so stoic themselves they are of stone…
the freeway would taste like used cigarettes and budwiser and jizzy ribbed trojans
the balconies and rooftops would be clean, the gravel cared for at least a month ago,
three months ago
