(on fractured lips)

My brain is a tomcat howl lost in the long alley behind the house where i was born again.

Into what?

At this moment i remember nothing. even when beer and vomit linger on the tip of my tongue and smoke soaks the last remnants of a day spent nowhere really worth mentioning at all. there's not a fucking thing i can cling. nowhere to glom and pray and imagine myself young and blind. old and tired. hapless and hoping some day might prove better.

At this moment i'm nowhere.

I'm no one.

Just this man too long a boy singifying...