Tuesday 22 May 2012

I WAS HIGH IT WAS EPIC


lose all my money at poker after the pool and the pub
everyone's rolling big big joints/i hog the scotch
and
we
listen
to folk and porn on a laptop

i become very very high/its been a long time
too high to capitalise on my two jacks/i fold give up
hide in the toilet

i am hole being sick 
is my lament/my refrain/my riff
but i am not sick/just very very high
i am a hole being sick

money for cab gone/feet itch madly for the road space air and solitude to come down - please

but i dont come down/i am very very high and the epic 
journey across the whole epic 
town 
at epic 
2 am is epic
of long grey shimmering shadows full of foxes and bats
and detail bushes of blues and black
and houses exquisite and unnoticed before
and rows and rows of hilarious mad pointing roofs

a high that grows and grows/faces gurn and time is uncomfortable
i am a hole being sick

and every car is a taxi and suddenly there is no one in sight
and thats worse
but i lost my money at poker so the training kicks in and i
(hole being sick)
march the epic miles/very very high
and
opening
my 
front door i feel the relief of a worshipped god




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