in my old torn bathrobe. I'm hung over, hair down in my eyes
barefoot gingerly walking on the small sharp rocks
in my path still afraid of pain behind my four-day beard.
god damn! it's almost like being shot in the ass with a .22
Hello I said
gathering up my Visa card bill, my phone Bill,
a Dept. of Water and Power past-due notice,
a letter from the mortgage people plus a demand from the Bank,
giving me 30 days to clean up my act.
I mince back again over the small sharp rocks
thinking, maybe I'd better write something tonight,
they all seem, to be closing in. : (
;P hehehee kidding...