going south faster than the Rio Grande
I fall asleep to the sound of old Chinese women screaming
on the street outside
while the sun glints off windows and spills
like golden lava onto my floor
my horse has strayed and lost his way
my aim’s a little off
and my hand shakes like a guy with Parkinson’s
but I can still hold a tune
and enjoy the way
the small moths flutter across my room
some things don’t change too much with time
and sometimes
like say on a rainy afternoon with nothing to do but smile
they just keep on getting better
OBDURATE
we live in small rooms & go unpublished
our lives are squalid and dull
we make music with typewriter keys and
go days without eating
our clothes are held together with safety pins
and our hair is almost always unwashed
we have holes in our shoes & holes in our teeth & giant gaping holes in our souls
we spend days memorizing long passages from Paradise Lost
and nights drinking whiskey until we black out
this is the life we lead
as invisible scratches in the surface of the world
those of us who don’t give a damn
about dollars and success
we live quiet lives of solitude
and just maybe
at certain times
a little desperation too
at certain times
a little desperation too
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