My horoscope told me this week would be great
My creative juices pulsed
I was in the state I had attempted with different cocktails of spinning brain cell killing drugs

I stood there hot lights tanning my adrenaline
Frebreze and sweat scented clothes
With a family I had to let go with a final bow
A great seal on the end of a college career

I laid next to him
Kissed and made up in Miller Park
Screaming 500
My hair a faint smell of Aqua-Net and sex

Ranting and reflecting
This week and the future
It makes me anxious
I wanted to pack too

Here I am biting my nails to pack up and leave
A perfect movie shot
My car filled my future ahead of me
This weekend was a taste of freedom

Here I am debating another cigarette
Should be in bed or dancing ballet in the living room
Refocusing my mind to the hard work ahead
Sixty-seven days left of prison

03/06/2005

Author's Note: I smoked that unnecessary smoke...

Posted on 03/07/2005
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