Starts with a fag, a long pulled drag, a killing kind of retention that stank up both your lungs and ate all your tissue and didn’t leave when you asked left you to curse the no starry sky-ed blues and left even more with the bad choices that you choose so goes the blues, the bruise your cruise ended in waited, half unbuttoned, kept to himself until his name was called these things don’t mean too much to me killing my body for a long time now, waiting for it to die grows tired so sit in the shade and drink and try to forget that you’ve forgotten how to write until you’re fired
Luis was telling me to get into the car at the back of a parking lot bored as hell, slammed the other can his friend left on the block lit your second to last smoke and the bummers flocked do you have a dollar for this? then take a walk 90 degree evening in late October so it was, haven’t quite forgotten of real weather in haunts you ghosted, in spots you’ve posted where bitter cold came without a fuck to give purpled fingers peaking out your sleeves in the shape of lies you can’t outlive
snow squall, it isn’t a blizzard isolated to a couple blocks post-good times sprawl, 4 am lounge lizard mentally masturbated into a couple socks then choose that walk. three miles isolated with music in one ear cos the dog ruined the other bud still better than hanging around still with these planners who are only building a dud the back of the year, the back swill of a beer some dude who tagged along wants you have to another a replica american flag tacked up onto his bedroom wall kinda dude hang out, it’s gonna get good real doubt, the youth worms its way towards the heartwood
ends with a nah it’s boring ya gnaw ‘til older creeps than you are snoring last straw swell up for the morning a shower and yerba mate will remind you of what she said tastes like sucking on the finger tips of a chainsmoker.
The WCW Bruise Cruise was exactly what it sounds like. You pay a shitload of money and get to go on a cruise with a bunch of wrestlers. That sounds miserable, to me. Firstly, you get a bunch of jacked wrestlers in shitty moods stuck on a boat with fans that irritate the shit out of them all week or weekend or whatever it is. Then, you also get to be shirtless on a boat with your chick surrounded by dudes who are all in better shape than you.