Too many people are forgetting
their names today,
but do not lie down under that bridge.
It is where the pigeons conregate
the grounds uneven and it smells like shit.
Drag your body homebound one limb after the next.
Like a suitcase of a forgotten life
that if he remembers he'll drink to forget.
Don't fall in love you'll only get hurt.
At least biker bars are honest
they brag in fluroescent banners
that their prices are fair;
an intimacy with sinking souls is like gravity with the dead.
Tomorrow the world will fall
but we’ll be at ground level.
Feet and soul entwined
In a brawl for the nearest liquor
can which even the wind is kicking away.
But we say it’s lonely tonight
and somebodies got to keep the demand,
for billy beer happy.
There are stories in scars,
and beauty in the person trying to hide them.
Out of love or because of the honesty,
that brought them here in the first place
which is turning its back on you now.
But someone somewhere has fucked up worse.
Or you can be happy imagining so
and take peace in each regret
that one day may be washed away.
Tear or beer stains shine under streetlights,
when your skins are the only clothes you win
for selling your soul for a price that matches nothing.