902
slept with a six pack
as a rough pillow
ain’t had a bite to eat
but it’s been a pretty day
so I take my pillow
and my cigarettes
out to the street
every night I pace
somebody else’s carpet
a friend’s or a stranger’s
I’ve grown to hate my bed
and the walls around it
then I pass out
while listening to the classics
rumble beside my pillow
Bach is my new bedmate
it’s a hideous joke
this is a day
and it’s like yesterday
and yesterday’s yesterday
so on
you can say I’m not
living just right
but I try not to worry
about a thing
and to say cliches when I can
I think about telling her
to call me
or telling her I still
have all her notes
but it’s been a pretty day
and she don’t want to hear
a damn thing from me
so I’ll stay up to dawn
doing the same things
I’ve gotten so good at
what a hideous day