Saturday, February 04, 2006
I was Group A
pretty bumpy en route
not the only ones gone to dallas
george dub, too
short flight, 33 mins
cold in dallas, dallas love
a place to wash me hands
pop some 'cedrin
head is cabin-pressurized
my hands: scraped
spilled myself at intersection
walkin the whole way home
leaving a classic message
then writing gibberish mail
count the drinks, count em
on both hands
without all digits, i'd be short
one dogfish, two dogfish
bus comin—half a dogfish
real ale phoenix esb
cigarettes and a phone
over to a bar onn fifth
a jack, a coke, a band and waiting
hey, there is someone i know
beers for them
where's the group leader?
there he is, says, "car bombs"
consensus says, "OK"
half a pint of guinness
(you can chug it)
and bailey's goes down easy
no drink service on this flight
coulda used some water
parched, dessicated, husk of self
carcasse void even of lions
clipped from sky
like a headline never written:
i arrive on time
time for another beer
let's move on
time for some dancing
wristbands and a cigarette
forty bucks for jaegerbombs
the guy next to me gets three
i double that
but can't unload the sixth
maybe god drank it
before he kicked my ass
in the form of a friend
handing me what was it?
some anonymous shot
goodnight everybody
good night for dancing
who's gonna dance with me?
i told a guy we should
brokeback dancefloor
but it didn't come to that
i worked up a sweat
doing the faux salsa
when did I leave?
don't remember
barfed a little
turned off my phone
woke up to the sound
of the handyman
mowing the lawn
