I don’t welcome death but I’m not afraid of it either
the tea leaves floating around the red chipped cup
were as confused as I was
they couldn’t make up their mind
they didn’t understand my paintings, they didn’t even try
a studio of dreams and inspirations, an outside world of indifference
lightning and thunder, come on in and have a seat in the living room
you want something to drink? I got everything...tequila?
this lazy afternoon was a time for staring blankly at a wall
I thought better of it and caught the bus for downtown
I wanted to drink until I would fall down face first in the street
but unfortunately my equilibrium that night was unusually good
vague recollections of conversations, faces
no recollections of names or why I felt I needed to be there
in the mexican restaurant the chili was caliente
but the cerveza mucho frio
my world was black moods and hard drinks
tonight I was too cool to care about being cool
past my prime, now sitting at 1am in a sketchy bar
hopes of anything positive coming my way long since vanquished
religiously taking my dosage of shots of tequila anesthesia
as prescribed by my doctor, I think
ask your doctor if tequila is right for you
