wicked world,
deaf god,
wonder what to do on a summer night,
expensive girls,
country nod,
wonder what to do with the rest of my life,
climb a mountain,
run a race,
disappear without a trace,
take a course,
change my hair,
change the world,
turn cold to care,
maybe just sit here and get drunk in this chair.
3 comments:
Has the title and feel of a Bukowski master poem. Good job.
I was once drank so much I thought my chair was drunk.
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I miss my old drunk chair. Found it in a dump, left it in another one. The gift keeps on giving.
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