after brief wanderings
I ended up at the old time biker
boot hill saloon
(cuz I didn't get in here last night)
where the mark hughes
cranked out our 70s hard rockin' favouritesmy training, I was well equippeddave gave a biblical harmonica solo
to sing along even wish I was up on stage wailing I imagine fantastic cunnilingus
visitor Hank Davison with bleeding throated vocals
they call him "Europe's number one fucking rocker."
that kind of full bodied enthusiasm
embodied in steppenwolf's born to be wild
but we was distracted by the bouncer flashlights
trying to keep people from standing on seats
caught drinking from my backpacked water bottle
by a patron
you know they have beer here
yeah, but it's dehydrating.
notebooking, I met Archie
he's picking up on Lisa
and her friend Cathie
seems mighty into me
she keeps asking about my hair she wants to comb it out she thinks I'd be mighty hot without those knots
cathie starts pouring beer down my throat
wants me to be fucked up like her
I go along with it
cuz I tingle at the prospect of havin' this woman
but staring at the ceiling
being forced to drink beer
is kind of alienating
did you burp yet?
we have a nice french kiss
now there are older men gathered round
rich, the crane operator
jim, a bare chested tattooed buffoon
takes to grabbing my hair, head back so she can easier pour beer down my throat
I pull his head back
he sez he's got titanium in his neck and in his back, his groin it's a scar show.
she's serious about my hair, gonna comb it outI hear her say to lisa, i ask, djuh ever hear of samson and delilah? after I take care of this, I'm gonna fuck him to death
it gives me a hard on.
Lisa says cathie won $100 at Pub 44 last week for her tits.
Lisa and Cathie take off their bras
with my magnum 44 marker
they write their names and we string them overheadI can't imagine these politicsgoing to the bathroom, I pass her
beavertalk, fuck me
ain't no swarthmore
it's like augie said,
the women are just "friendlier" down south. she sez, get back there
she likes ordering me around
I say, what?
I ask him his name
it's Jim Morrison, really
out on the street
archie takes some pictures of me and her tongue to tongue de reguir and I take him and lisa good night, I found someone,
and Jim morrison follows with his hands on her hips.
just drunk enough to want to be fucking
and to not feel the cold and to doubt my ability to drive
I would have been surprised at the turn of events
but I had no control to begin with.
I keep thinking that's she gonna regret not taking me home
fool, I got skills.
while I'm glad I have time to write