17 Nov
Partied like a rock star,
and became a rolling stone
wandering cacti roads
mouth as dry as a salt bed
Jose Cuervo at Lake Havesu
catch a frisbee; hit the bong,
but nowhere to go--is this freedom?
sleeping on the Dodge's back seat, 
must stretch out the food stamps
fill & run at the gas station
looking for the next party 
give plasma for a nickel bag
suck the frosted keg empty
barf the Coors up secretly
(under a friend's bedspread)
full of insincere giggles
mannequin dolls
their paint peels
I burn out -
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Posted by on November 17, 2021 in Poetry


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