had to get out of the house
hell, celebrate finishin' my i ching paperfinally got up off my ass
(first time since turn down by cathie)
left this condo buildin'and gorged myself florida-style
18 raw oysters one half pound shrimp basket onion rings I spared the crab legs
to leave room for the popcornand butter
saw a hollywood moviebroken arrow
in one fell swoop supporting
news corp coca-cola the military industrial complex at least they didn't kiss after they shut off the nuclear detonator.
I remember the last day leaving swarthmore
thinkin'
boy, everyone is going to florida
spring brake
hah. mother nature ain't no tourist 'traction
huh. last time I was here,
I wandered the late night beach
talking to the moonnow there is no beach
the dunes are half washed away by stormstandin' out there like bein' in the midst of a bad mood you either dive in or leave.
justin hall | <justin at bud dot com>