Scatter-brained
is the zone
cuz now i'm all alone
just me & my thoughts wandering aimlessly
-pause-
Another customer
the 2nd today
didn't take him long to make up his mind & pay
for a wack ass hat
Shiiiiiiiiit, what do i care
long as these fuckers continue to come thru the door & share
their money
spend a lil on the company
& keep it moving
don't get comfy
make way for the next hat junkie
or more importantly,
my script
Can't help it
writing is in the spirit
Links to any
author/poet
journalist of sorts
Whether subjects are drugs, love, or sports
criminal defendants fightin in court,
sun shiny days,
or alkies lushing Tangeray
prose of a president from dollars to sense,
mishandled funds screaming embezzlement
cries of the child
dying inside
as the mommy he needs,
keeps getting high
celebrations, birthdays,
wars & heroes
heroines & first dates
with not just a loser,
but a full fledged zero
beach festivals, hurricane relief
album release parties
on the block
up the street,
to the Brooklyn Kids of Cosby wit Rudy's 'sweet feet'
Remember when
you used to splash puddles at top speed
beg ya momma wit a
pretty, pretty please...
As if it would work
well sometimes it did
but never, never
ever, ever
if daddy was listening
But enough jibberish reminiscing
i'd rather be kissing
my lovely, lady friend
& by shift's end
i will
Fulfill that desire
what she does best, beyond the rest
stole this heart of mine
a couple times
past & present must confess
i'm blessed
So while awaiting that lil, 5 o'clock miracle...
I hope you dont even think about coming into this store,
messing up the sales-floor
just keep it moving right on by the door, while i ignore
I write
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