back to the machine gun

back to the machine gun
Originally uploaded by i b u

I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
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...