Delete This Account Posted January 8, 2010 Author 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
GG Posted January 8, 2010 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
Delete This Account Posted January 8, 2010 Author Posted January 8, 2010 Sounds like a night at the old pink it was a swannie night. jw
GG Posted January 8, 2010 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?
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