Monday, February 21, 2011

1994

We worked together... 
Sometimes she would give me a ride home at the end of the night
I would try to convince her to take me to buy heroin
I used to shoot dope with her husband who's band had a song on the rock radio station at the time 
She was a sweet girl
When she killed herself me and her husband would sit on the ledge of the billboard on the roof of my building puking up the tea we just drank at the Onyx as the street lights lit up the parking lot of the Dresden room. 
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy would play down the street at the derby
Marty & Elaine would entertain the after party till the wee hours of the morning
I would sit on the ledge with a giant bottle of vodka yelling at all the swinging cats in the parking lot
I didn't know why I hated them I just did 
Crying out the window to Hank Williams while the girl I had unprotected sex with went to get the abortion
Calling the girl I left behind in Texas confessing undying lies
Strapped to the sidewalks of Sunset trying to break free of the impenetrable womb polluted with scars and chlamydia 
Take me home please... All I want to do is go home. I heard that's where my heart is


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