XXXII

I have my friday nights too,

the mistake lies in getting drunk

while you're trying to do something else

"One should simply achieve drunkenness

beneath a highway overpass"

my therapist dyed his hair black

i dont know his name

he told me about his suicide attempt

during a boston winter like a mass grave

he told me about his difficult childhood

and his loneliness

I know my way around Rock Springs, WY

pretty damn well for having been there once

my therapist told me I was soft spoken

for an iconoclast

I told him the thunder belongs to the sky,

theres a storm in boston

raining like a sliced belly

some girls screaming somewhere

My therapist told me about his girlfriend

who shot coke until she wound up in the ward

one ward or another, theres always one

if i could only do drugs alone in my room

and know that my good friends

were doing the same thing

I have to walk 4 goddam flights

of stairs

to get to his office