Down with the fishes
April 28, 2008 – 9:29 pmThere’s no hole like this
and I’m there and you’re long dead
playing a guitar worth more in dollars than your soul
and the shadows that are your friends, accomplices blink in haze
as the pizza breathes the dust off the table, smudged by the dirt only some of us try.
A girl vomits in the corner. She was happy four hours ago.
The way out is below.