There are bottles and food containers and everything is empty
over the counter
because nothing in the house is brand new.
All the liquor is gone through the air in a long process of
I get to think that if my brain was not enclosed by the skull
I would see it going the same way into the air
and then condensate in the ceiling forming some grey impregnated
matter which actually does not matter to most
once that what it does is overthink
and judge others’ music taste.
I’ll be damned if I get to accept what they call music nowadays
with all that electronical predictable bip bips.
They call me an old soul
I can keep my mouth shut when everybody else is talking nonsense.
what a great spectacle it is to live among my peers.
Tonight I will not pray, I will not say any profanity
but I will be once again glad for the chance
to call this