pull. me. this way please.
zzzzzzzzzzzzip, went the bag.
there’ve been a few, was my reminder.
you won’t be the first.
and certainly not the final.
will this shirt go, no longer a question
cause if it doesn’t, then I only have four.
one more bus day, one more bus night
if it seems weird to read, it’s even stranger to write.
it’s a home, another one, sure, but still unique
with it’s long metal tube, and the five who kept it insulated
and then it’s a couch in the east village
a spare bed across to philly
then another where they have seperate faucets,
[a feat I'll still never understand]
all in the name of the absurd.
so goodbye g, with your easiest ear.
and to you, mister -zle, never lose that pillow.
for r and for t, they’ve kept me this long, so thanks for seeing through
I’m off as the sign so shows
to the only room I can call mine
the one where you wait.
the one before you go.
Okay you’ve earned your beer for the day, off to the pub with ya (and you’d better...
June 8th, 2009 at 02:37
ohh, the places you will go…all that waitin’ and stayin’. you’ll find the bright laces where boom bands are a playin’…..ready for anything under the sky. ready cause you’re that kind of a guy!
happy travels! ~A
June 8th, 2009 at 11:58
that has been in my top 5 of books since I was 17.
nice one.