Reno... I see a drunk stumbling.. yet I’m 20000 miles away.. across the plains, across the midline’s pains.. across the blue ridge, across the empty beer fridge...

Across it all.. I see him.. standing small.. huddled in a corner in san fran, half than less of a man.. dreaming of nightmares of urine and disease.. but I have the pain o set him at ease.. drunken babbled in the sunrise dawn, passed out., drooling on your lawn..
napping away to a better day, with something more inquisitive to say...

laugh all you want. we’ll make more,
just make sure you know how to keep score
we'll smoke you down, till you cant breathe
and then maybe you’ll come to believe
some dreams are just fleeting
some just depend on the meeting
so group your men up and ride out
since this hand nothing to do about


ride into the sunset, ride into the crevasse
just don’t eat that Spanish peat moss...
hazy hallucinations that can't be sold
by eating that fungus among us, with the green mold

03/14/2004

Posted on 03/14/2004
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