a young and old dog

crazy and beautiful

I’m finishing my drink
and stare outside:
There are noisy insects
Making this sound.
There is rain
Making this sound.
There are stars
Silent, far away stars.
There is air and its poisonous
With its freshness.
It poisons every cell of my drained body.

I can see you looking outside of the passenger sit,
Sipping on this nasty rom,
Listening to some sad fake bullshit,
Some faggot boy
Singing about
Drugs and love
That in fact he knew not.
You think he rocks.
Plus
There is a guy
Next to you
Stearing the wheel
With that look as if he
Knows everything, and
You too think he knows whats up.
But,
I can see him too,
Looking at the road
Instead of looking at you
at those legs that I’d kill for
at those drunk eyes that I’d cut out just to own em’
He looks on the bloody road, this fag
Tapping his fingers in tact
To some pop crap
He thinks about this new car that just passed by
Wondering probably how much it costs,
and if he can ever offord to buy it.
He thinks, when you are next to him
just for that he deserves to be killed.

I’m smoking another one
and stare outside
all insects died
no more of this sound
clouds, instead of stars
and only air stays fresh;
poisonous enough for me
poisonous for all.

I can see you outside,
On this bench next to this swing
the same bottle of nasty rom
The same look of a queen on your face,
even though your bright blue jeans
are dirty with mud, even though no music is playing,
even though your life got really fucked.
You sit and drink alone
Because nobody needs you, and
Because you don’t need no one
You sit and drink alone,
and suddenly you start laughing out loud, and
passers by are looking at you like you’re crazy
and they are right--
you are
that’s why I love you.

You finish that nasty liquid through Your histerical laugh then you'd
Call him again and
Ask him to pick you up,
So that
He can stare at the road thinking
About this new car he might be able to afford in 2 years or so if he works well,
Not looking at you
At your legs, let them be dirty in mud,
At your eyes, let them be as drunk as they got
This fag
I’d kill him
How can he be so blind?!
When you sit next to him
Singing along to some fake song theme
This noise of a million insects
This air is poison
This poem is you
It’s drunk
Like your eyes
And beautiful, but dirty as your legs in this bright blue,
These words are not just for you,
These words are made by you
through me and this poisonous night air
well
I just let it be