the last time i cracked my head on the coffe table
i was penniless and heartsick and my father stitched my broken bone himself.
the last time i was on a plane
i wore sunglasses,
i looked out the window,
i looked back.
the last time i kissed someone i was under star
s and piss ass drunk just like the last time
i watched Coffee and Cigarettes.
so now i'm putting myself under finger.
i'm smelling spiced amaretto'
i'm licking my cirarette
i'm living in a hole the size of my head
dancing in the kitchen.
not sleeping red eyed not eating looking at faces in the clouds.
in paintings an angel is a beautiful man with a halo and wings.
in real life your heart is torn out and you drop your coffee cup and quiver and
use your excuses to cover up the sun.
sometimes i bleed from the eyes like a statue of the mother
sometimes i stand on the street and wait for the rain or a ride
i've got no one coming for me.
sometimes i sleep
and sometimes i dance.