Bunch of BUXERS....
At 3 AM when there were only four of us left alive...
Del grilled jalapeno sausages, and we sat around the little grill,
in a parking spot
in front of their apartment.
The moon had long set.
But the sky was clear and full of stars.
I felt sad, and alive.
Alone, but not alone.
Time to sleep.
Wake up and put on my black and whites
and take the bus to Oltorf and IH-35...
Cross in front of the bus and against the light--
Buy a red bull and a pack of smokes at the Exxon,
and cross back.
Sit for fifteen minutes at the tables outside, inhaling and swallowing.
And then start another day.
Flailing a little....
But getting it BACK.
(Thanks for tonight guys: Lain, Del and Jason--
and all the BUXERS who drank deep tonight,
and laughed at the same inside jokes.)
You are my TRACK now.
The rails I'm leaning into.