Of a night with no stars
and waking hourly
for no reason except
dreams which are not conducive
to sleeping
I haven't answered the phone in
eight months. people stop calling.
The newspaper man came out for an interview.
I shot at him with the new Walther P99. I didn't try to hit him, I just wanted to scare the fuck out of him. It worked.
I felt like the bad guy in a worse movie.
so i had a drink.
that worked too.
so I had another.
then I went out and shot at cans.
La dee da la dee da
what we have here is failure to communicate
COMMUNICATE.