it's pouring today in january
that means the car won't start
good thing i have wine here
i'll stay home w/the cats, sip wine
& mess around w/the abc's
shit, man, two more weeks & i turn 38
yes, like the caliber of the gun
i can't stand the world but i wanna live
people are so fucking dumb tho
history wouldn't repeat itself
if we all just basked in the NOW
if we did that there wouldn't even
be a history or a future to worry over
but i don't foresee this happening in my lifetime
maybe after we bomb each other to kingdom shit
& some new kind of human evolves
a horizontal man, one that reclines all of his days
one that has the ambition of a common flower
there will be peace on earth but until then
i don't mind the engine not turning over
i don't mind the rain streaming down the windows
& the cats walking across my lap
& slowly pouring glasses of wine
i don't mind messing around w/the abc's
i don't mind not noticing how it turned
from morning to afternoon to dusk to dark