SelectionIll
Bluelighter
i remember, just a few years ago,
i would wake up, what ever time it was,
and have an ache in my stomach.
whether there were venitian blinds or thick drapes, the warm sun would slip through
the spaces
to lay on my floor
waiting for me to get up.
the ache wasn't painful.
i'm not going to slip a suprise ending in here, like i developed stomach cancer,
but in the morning,
a dull ache would roll around in me.
i would shake a cigarette from the pack
and strike a household match to light it
(i lived with 10 other people and never kept a lighter for long)
Jimmy G would be leaving for work
Jasons alarm would still be going off
J-Witty would be crawling up the stairs to finally put his weary bones to rest
and i'd lay there
waiting with my ache.
after all the commotion settled down
i'd walk downstairs and eat someones cereal
use someone elses milk
(i worked at a book store for $5.50 an hour and couldn't really afford food and drugs, soo)
full on sugar and cow juice
i'd sit and smoke another cigarette in front of the t.v.
watch the today show
check for the ache
still there
all day at work
ignoring the patrons
eating pages out of old books (figuratively)
holding my own hand through hard times
plucking a typewriter like a chicken
losing girls
finding women
losing women
that day
and all the rest
leading up till now
a pleasant ache
like hunger
desire
it was always there.
i'm trying to remember exactly
exactly
what it felt like
to see if i lost it
to be continued...
i would wake up, what ever time it was,
and have an ache in my stomach.
whether there were venitian blinds or thick drapes, the warm sun would slip through
the spaces
to lay on my floor
waiting for me to get up.
the ache wasn't painful.
i'm not going to slip a suprise ending in here, like i developed stomach cancer,
but in the morning,
a dull ache would roll around in me.
i would shake a cigarette from the pack
and strike a household match to light it
(i lived with 10 other people and never kept a lighter for long)
Jimmy G would be leaving for work
Jasons alarm would still be going off
J-Witty would be crawling up the stairs to finally put his weary bones to rest
and i'd lay there
waiting with my ache.
after all the commotion settled down
i'd walk downstairs and eat someones cereal
use someone elses milk
(i worked at a book store for $5.50 an hour and couldn't really afford food and drugs, soo)
full on sugar and cow juice
i'd sit and smoke another cigarette in front of the t.v.
watch the today show
check for the ache
still there
all day at work
ignoring the patrons
eating pages out of old books (figuratively)
holding my own hand through hard times
plucking a typewriter like a chicken
losing girls
finding women
losing women
that day
and all the rest
leading up till now
a pleasant ache
like hunger
desire
it was always there.
i'm trying to remember exactly
exactly
what it felt like
to see if i lost it
to be continued...
