just as well a little whiskey wishes go together
with ghosts and hope.
the grass is green on my side, but
I sing gibberish just like my friends.
I wanna be loud forever.
I wanna shit the evening.
I wanna get a good night's sleep.
I wanna get me a good home in the heart of the country.
the weekend surprises me like last
yesterday still surprises me despite the past,
yet we still go slow into the future,
boys and girls with bears and pearls.
it's all the same,
aside from desires, which
differ daily with blinks of eyes,
make believe with my chest, tumbleweed, and...
so long.