Where are you my friend
with words
littered by booze
Do you expect me to keep it up for the pair of us?
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- Dale Hunt
- He's become comfortable in that ol' civil war jacket. What would compliment that mess of hair? A sage cigarette, a bottle in his hand and a book in his pocket. A hobo at heart a drunk by night and a rambling pain. Tired and old before his time. Studying the greats Bukowski, Tom Waits William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson, Kerouac and John Steinbeck. Drinking Brandy and Cockspur rum from the bottle. Hiding down South for the winter months running from the cold and consequence.
2 comments:
HEIDELBERG STUNTS
he said,
i m in shit
man
i only have
half a micky
of brandy
brought back
from the roadtrip
and it was gone
in a couple swallows
i ve knocked my brain
for hidden booze
but it s all too well hid
of course
i have weed galore
sleeping pills
and a handful of narcotics
unless I find
that bottle
i know
is there
i m going to
be fucked
in no
time
straight.
underswansea
if you can put it back without water, your more a man than I
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