To my blood brother on his birthday
i don't like:
birthdays
weddings
funerals
pta meetings
plans
vacations
holidays
awards
causes
voting
disneyworld
fat free anything
long talks about music and poetry
jobs
retirement
advice
giving advice
chucky cheese
a lot of people laughing at the same time
a lot of people asking me questions
and someone saying, "you have to try this"
I do like:
pissing people off with the odd fart now and then
the stones
dylan
steve earle
the ocean
being alone
being with an honest women that doesn't talk too much
this typewriter
walking
dogs
screaming drunk dreams in a nashville honky tonk
getting paid to write songs
women
losers
gambling
watching people's faces when the absurdity of life bitch slaps them
(but i don't like that too much)
a childs eyes laughing
killing wasps
getting old
God
hank williams
smoking, pain pills, wine, dinero, pesci, brando, pacino, sasto, mario, etc.
wild women, legs, lips and the rest, you know what i mean
sometimes i think i might be going crazy
so
this, as you well know is all wrong
the jobs, the car, the tv, the coming and going and endless talking
about the endless somethings trying to avoid the obvious end
i am right on the edge
of the cliff
i see people living their lives
like the hands on a clock
round and round
years
days
minutes
birthdays
funerals
fuck it
at least you know my man
some find out too late
some may never find out
some may never admit it
still, after being filled for almost half a century with mindless bullshit
a mildy retarded homeless women can reduce me to tears
and so with all the heaven i can see here on earth
i wish you a happy birthday, sorry
mark