Livin’ in
Spain a lot
(drinking ‘shots’ while
humming my
old tune…)
withering
away
in
winogaritaville
man it’s
H O T!
pouring
insane
jalapeno sauce
(like gravy)
over
half-baked
tater tots
temperature risin’
connectin’
all
life’s
obscure
dots
one rusty
robot
playing slots
like one ‘hot shot’
I’m
so…
N O T
stomach tied in a million
knots
out of money
lost in my thoughts
watching the tide
swallowed all my pride
smothered in harrow
drinking
wine-garitas
by the
W H E E L B A R R O W
nothin’ to lose
why the h _ _ l
not!?
rotted gut
flip-flops
S H O T
won’t
beg or borrow
hung over
through
tomorrow
deep in
sorrow
can’t go back
riding
low
feelin’ hollow
failed the straight
and narrow
can’t stay here
can’t go back
stuck in a crack
matter of fact
drinking bottled
sangria from
a brown paper
S A C K
over the hill
S O
missing my
D A L E
all’s behind
me
N O W
memories
in
fragmented pieces
A N D H O W!
sitting
at the bar
till
closing time
(nine)
living life
‘my way’
put me on
a lonely highway
skin pale
senorita
yellin’
‘sloe gin fizz or
ale’?
(still not gellin’?)
another me
from
another
time
called home
last thin
dime
she’s been
buried
some
fifty odd
years
behind
it’s cryin’ time
past my prime
my
scraggly
goatee’s
long
like
that wooly
beast
in the
field
over there
singing his
song…
(Ha! I just know that scrawny sadistic b_ _ _ _ _d’s mocking me!)
BAH! BAH! BAH!
(translation: it’s your own damned fault!)
