If I had more hair
I used to have hair
I’d get a new style
something bold
but casual
and becoming
and I’d sing
if I could sing
I can a bit
be my bit
bite me
on a stage
with a band
something old
jazz maybe
that ole devil
called love
and smile
and wink
at the boy
at the front
crazy hair
bj lips
and a smile
and a wink
for me
the fool
romantic
stupid
idiot
lost
lonely as fuck
but giving not a
but cool as
cause I’m me
who is
fucking brilliant
fuck-bright as a star
talented and red-lit
in a bar of whores
in a town of bores
inside himself
inside someone else
whose name is salty
sugar on my tongue
but I’m tired
but I’m bored, bored, yawn
like Isherwood
Orton
my brothers in ink and sin
of everyone
yes
and all their lies
and all their excuses
and all their self-denial
fuck you universe
so you see at last
it has to be said
it isn’t sad
not death
not a coma
not puke
or soda
I fucking hate soda
soda has no taste
so love me or don’t
I don’t give a
I’m cool as
and I need a habit
and I need to roar
so mine is a glass
so make a pass
and beg on your knees
and remember please
when I was
the way I was
back when
the way I’ll be
tomorrow