bounced

the bouncer wouldnt let me back in
because he said i was i-n-t-o-x-i-c-a-t-e-d
even after i said id spell it
twice
no go
heave ho
tally ho
but none of that explains how the planter
came to be in a place
i could fall over it
when it wasnt there before
some knites you just cant win
when your glass sprouts wings & flies,
when the din closes in,
where angels fear to tread,
in a garden of delights,
on a corner,
listenin to bad bands
cheap phonies
dead poets
small time mr bigs
& chicks who all look & sound the fuckin same
so yes, i drink,
to obliterate the ordinary
madness of our times
to escape the bars - no pun intended
of mortal confinement,
; never go outside to smoke
if youre intoxicated/smashed
or if you cant spell it
because a word like that
can be detrimental to your alcohol/bloodstream ratioo;

i drink alone,
i drink with the angel of death,
with the blood countess,
with the hillside stranglers,
with the freeway killer,
with the moors murderers,
with the stocking strangler,
with the want ad killer,
with the trailside killer,
with the mad beast,
with the sunset strip slayer,
with the boston strangler,
with the killer clown,
with the skid row slasher,
with the mad biter,
with me . . .