here's an older one....
seventy-seven degrees and rising
some prick is playing bad music
through his living room window,
as i drink scotch in nothing but
in this dark bedroom.
and on the avenue i imagine
college girls are walking by
with bottles of spring water
and their tits hanging out,
though none of them are probably
worth a second look.
the winter has ended.
but damn i wish it was still here.
i hate being cold,
but this rockabilly, agresso-rock,
bullshit that i’ve been hearing
during the duration of this drink
has been driving me nuts,
and at least in the winter
you can almost get drunk
in peace and silence
without the world interfering
on a stolen moment.
i should probably move
out of the city.
i am moving out of this city.
but i should probably not settle
next to a college in the next one.
the beer is cheaper to buy around colleges.
plus i know
that in proper neighborhoods
assholes are grilling used up flesh
and families are having picnics in parks,
throwing around the frisbee
and talking about money
and summer vacations.
i know their laughter
would be just as sickening for me
so i’ll just lay here in this room,
and scratching my balls,
until its time to fix another drink,
or just get it over with
and go the hell to bed.