4:08 on the clock
the AM strikes me
I notice I have been out since 8
played poker first
lost
dealt
went to the bar
saw friends; coworkers
shot the shit
ate at the diner
alone

thoughts kept me company
about my girlfriend
about life
about disco fries
about mozzarella stick connoisseurs
like myself

i glared into my sprite
well the glass of sprite
well the cylinder of sprite
lets not forget the ice
so consistent and unorganized

the soft ice, gradually melted
gracing my tongue
liquid so safe
water
agua
no alcohol here
at least anymore

i spoke spanish with the cook
i listened to greek
i defended the waiter
damn greek owner
doubting his staff
set things straight
left a silly big tip
silly big = nearly 100%
for all those counting

sitting here, 4:14
jacket still on
comfortable yet not
life unsettling
mind not settled
with being mediocre
with being me
i have great things planned
for myself
yet pondering

life finds humor
taking my mother
giving me friends who believe
customers who give angels
cannot say i don't believe
to them
don't want to offend

how is that any different
from some asshole
giving me a 100 times over
blessed little angel
where's my mom you asshole?
oh this is her, speaking to me?
a piece of metal, a pin
probably poke me
when i wasn't lookin'

crutch of faith
i don't preach my lack of faith
what makes you so special
walking around
door to door
selling the lord
if he wants me
he can find me
til then
fuck him

if we meet,
ill say hi
kick him in the balls
ask where the door to hell is
i'd rather be there
then deal with an ass like you!

4:20, poem's over
i don't smoke, oh well
it is all just an afterthought anyway

01/06/2006

Posted on 05/16/2007
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