Nice to go home

i went to patti's
to read
talk to my friends
and their bleeding
alcoholic brains

they wanted to
hear me read
see me pissing
in the wind
call it good
and justify my
blue hair

i had a nice
chair
a little table
some water and
a freshly corked
bottle of knob
creek

turning to the nut
squad
some teenagers and
a run-away wearing
leather gear and big
hair
I sat down fired
up a joint
poured some knob
sipped silently
took another hit
then screamed at
the co-ed closest

“put those nipples away,
before you put my eyes
out!”
blew a cloud of smoke
in her face
winked and started reading
I had her
I knew it
she did too

I thought to myself
“being a dirty old drunken
disgusting dope smoking
blue haired fat man has it’s
moments.”

when I left in the morning
she asked “will you write a poem
about me?”
sure, with roses and lacy stuff

it’s always nice to
go home

J. Masuda © 2004
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