Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.

Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time

That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,

Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now

I imagined every venerable thing b… from being beaten until I had no b… and living in utter desolation, po… to having tangible things, good ta… Land and Gold.

Their adversaries’ heads were placed in a Styrofoam icebox and it still wasn’t dissuasion eno… The chase of supremacy lingers until the farthest reaches…

Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,

It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:

So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care

I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him

III Too late to call vagrancy a fad, an experiment. I am too old and still at it. But it isn’t like I am separate