999 Z81

neighbor says he’s fucked up
call him by the wrong name
on the lookout for pushers
drunks

throwing up red on Christmas
that’s the way a holiday goes
throat is killing you
I wouldn’t mind it
I spent most of my holidays on trains

you got better
I

give me all your ornaments
I’ll pierce my ears
kiss my replacement
you keep locked up

a fine line
wrote about me
on cocaine bathroom urinals
goddamn
a sweet night
ruined by horrible timing

I’ll never know

I can stand up straight
with a walker