I drank vodka today and worked at the pie shop

too dumb fooling idiot
ching chang change two cents
pie o and loath the whip cream
sinking in young flesh and pie
oh and where is the writing when
business has sucked the soul out?

different fogs float left brain right brain
does anything seem like home
all a drift at home in the drift
i can put my feet up i can toast with wine
and write

goop and withdrawal
relative and distant relative
needles plunge the fat of lips
truly hungry scrape the bottom
when no one is looking
and the cold feels more than the air
bobsleds and five rings old men don't slip on ice
hopefully not often
kind eyes and soft spine
in buzz the recliners exist inside
gum is on the ground
the gutter is there
some one wrote "dumb smart" on a wall
hands tilt with drinking eyes
eyes change glaze to girls
girls change to monsters
and the hookers make for conversation
nothing in the joint
only distant tales the teller can't remember

dogs and tacos and distant hot days
unknown eyes behind
a furry in type
the bold font,
the bold font
the freaks are loose in the land
and we hold there hands
damnit are the losses
damnit are the losses
drank vodka and pie sales
talked much with people
showed some photos
stole 2 pot pies
thats whats to reprot on this day
thurs, feb 23 2006 3:19am