california gold
my toe nails are bitten to shreds
i tell her that this way
of life cannot sustain itself
for much longer
i drink another green beer
and tell her how horrified i get
just walking up the street
cat hairs blows across the soiled couch
while she asks me if
i feel the same way about us
it’s so warm in here
the paint might as well be
peeling off of the walls
when i tell her
that with all of the other shit going on
i haven’t even had time to think about us
we listen to the same dogs bark
about the same things
as i tell myself to stop
reading beckett and sartre
one of the cats starts to shit on the floor
when she asks me
if i’m sick of living
or just sick of living in new york
my fingernails are red
with blood and puss
as i look at her and say
california always seemed so nice.
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