11th hour walkabout

thought i was sober walked this walk down remidios avenue felt grains beneath my toes this life's an orgasm hold back as long as you can then let loose with everything you've got so sober or not i wrote serenade songs in future tense to speak you to sleep whisper baby poems in your ear holds hand and lets you fall asleep and drinks one more to the end of great characters, great bands, great men i bow my head to you.

2003-11-19 | 7:00 p.m.
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