Because I can only sustain the anger indefinitely
after a few whiskies, and
that's such a cowboy thing to drink,
and the anger gets indiscriminatory,
the swears start flowing ripe
and even sober
I'll always think 99 problems
is a pretty good song.
* * *
I did not want to get gin-shitty
at the family restaurant
on a sunday afternoon
and flirt then apologize
with the bartender
but there are no proper bars near
this train station, I have seen all the movies
and I'm terrified what would happen
if I went home and got online.
* * *
Tamales. Across the street.
I want one, but am so full.
The Special Session is in special session,
a little more time to fix the state's problems,
and I will not watch The Wire, despite
my second of two housemates' insistence
because who has the time
when the other stuff I want is mainly
to be twenty pounds lighter,
a couple grand richer
to anywhere in the city.