As the song goes,
I wish I knew.
as well as I wish you knew
that being alone has been
both grim and yet so fucking
prophetic for me
Have you been able to leash the hounds in your head yet?
Lately,
I find peace
underneath the route 78 overpass
laid out in a patch of dusty road grass
sipping whiskey from a soup thermos
not a flask
blasting Beeswax from Nirvana
with my pen and my notebook
I sware
I can still conjure up the past
and if anyone knows that for a fact
It’s you.
*song references for you.
buzzin' 