Afternoon tea One day when I am well offi will be sitting at a café smoking a hookah, drinking tea, about to play chessToday I am not well off (far from it)I am sitting at a cafésmoking a hookah, drinking tea, about to play chessI see it in the child reclining to my rightlying on the booth, head in his father's lap one leg astride the otherchewing on pita, glancing at mewhile I write this, smoking hookah, drinking teaNow he is squished betweena blue Hawaiian shirt and purple vinyllatched like an infant monkeyfingertip in his noseThe false gravitas of an open black notebook and whispers of grey smokecan't compare
Babe Let me reach over your legs babegrab my drink babereach inside and lets i n h a l eover easy babeand on the rockstonights the night babewe have it and lets not letgoitsnot overbut it ain't going to lastso toke again babedon't let go this aint slow babenows the time so grab ahold and don't let go
Open minded lament i am of the old worldand of the newits this view from abovethat i lovethat leaves me askewmy mind keeps longing for something newbut the past keeps beading uplike morning dewWhat am i to do?Who am i to choose?what do I know that they… the preachers of the past…don't know too?with all that has been saidand the differing dissonant ideas in my headthe many paths though which i am ledwhere am i supposed to make my bed?tell me kind sirs…those of the old world,and you of the newWho am i to choose?What am i to do?
Day 12 Addiction is a bitchnasty itchyou itchand twitch and twitchbecause you can't find the proper switcha glass I feel normalbut I don't feel finesooths my mindbuys me timeBut hey,life is great if you don't hesitateDon't waitraise your glassand celebrate!It's all happening n o wseize the libationsgive in to the temptationsand feel it n o wbecause this too shall soon pass…To join the dregs of what could have been and what should beblurry truths and forgotten memoriesfantasy in solitudewhatever the murky mind wants to see
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