1420

I might as well be anyone’s

on (in italics)

graffiti in the bathroom

the drunk

looked like

Tom Waits

black hair

matched the shoes

but you can only see

the knees

it’s the fourth drink

and the fourth one

I’m getting opinions for

good opening lines

and I serve my liver

to the last mouse

still sober

but with a red beard

red wine

or a red

Listening to soul

my feet are swollen

and I don’t have an appetite

but my head is killing me

I made a home in the hallway

So serious it killed me

RIP

Money Maker

what’s the point of standing

eyes closed underneath the trees

if you’re not

standing with me

binary code

ones and zeros

tell you how to quit

without getting sick

I’m still your hunting dog