Delete This Account Posted January 8, 2010 Author Share Posted January 8, 2010 nothing political about this one, just a chance to loosen the fingers last week: ¶ amateur night (an ode to my late wishful friend bukowski). 3 a.m. jan. 2, 2010 ¶ ¶ the young drunk punks were out tonight, ¶ and so was i, ¶ trying to catch up to their staggering good moods. ¶ crosseyed happy, ¶ stuffing the jukebox with crumpled bills, ¶ punching numbers that failed to add up ¶ waltzing matilida, and lady gaga and kings of leon, ¶ all the liquor inspired quicker and ¶ selling out faster than billy joel on broadway. ¶ ¶ and i stood at the bar like a siberian cynic ¶ - because there's one on every frigid corner - ¶ wild turkey and acidic ¶ calling out the kids and posers, ¶ and hungover red-bull amateurs ¶ still trying to catch a ride on the new year wave of hope. ¶ rebels without a glue, ¶ goddamn, ¶ the sloppy symbolists in a midnight marching band of left foot anarchists ¶ tripping in full trumpet bloom ¶ saxless and tromboned, ¶ blowing pissy giggles and wet farts ¶ that wash down easily ¶ with flat beer and slippery nipple shots. ¶ ¶ and i laughed and laughed and laughed ¶ until the place was empty ¶ when the bartender summoned ¶ a last alcohol call ¶ amidst the sticky floors, empty bottles ¶ crooked tables ¶ and unfulfilled desires. ¶ ¶ and i stood alone ¶ raw and proud, ¶ because as old as i've become ¶ no one could keep up. jw Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GG Posted January 8, 2010 Share Posted January 8, 2010 nothing political about this one, just a chance to loosen the fingers last week: ¶ amateur night (an ode to my late wishful friend bukowski). 3 a.m. jan. 2, 2010 ¶ ¶ the young drunk punks were out tonight, ¶ and so was i, ¶ trying to catch up to their staggering good moods. ¶ crosseyed happy, ¶ stuffing the jukebox with crumpled bills, ¶ punching numbers that failed to add up ¶ waltzing matilida, and lady gaga and kings of leon, ¶ all the liquor inspired quicker and ¶ selling out faster than billy joel on broadway. ¶ ¶ and i stood at the bar like a siberian cynic ¶ - because there's one on every frigid corner - ¶ wild turkey and acidic ¶ calling out the kids and posers, ¶ and hungover red-bull amateurs ¶ still trying to catch a ride on the new year wave of hope. ¶ rebels without a glue, ¶ goddamn, ¶ the sloppy symbolists in a midnight marching band of left foot anarchists ¶ tripping in full trumpet bloom ¶ saxless and tromboned, ¶ blowing pissy giggles and wet farts ¶ that wash down easily ¶ with flat beer and slippery nipple shots. ¶ ¶ and i laughed and laughed and laughed ¶ until the place was empty ¶ when the bartender summoned ¶ a last alcohol call ¶ amidst the sticky floors, empty bottles ¶ crooked tables ¶ and unfulfilled desires. ¶ ¶ and i stood alone ¶ raw and proud, ¶ because as old as i've become ¶ no one could keep up. jw Sounds like a night at the old pink Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Delete This Account Posted January 8, 2010 Author Share Posted January 8, 2010 Sounds like a night at the old pink it was a swannie night. jw Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GG Posted January 8, 2010 Share Posted January 8, 2010 it was a swannie night. jw If you're here I'm guessing there's no press conference at OBD at noon? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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