laughing at myself, i pour another drink, jack daniels and coke in a heineken pint glass, my cat sitting on my lap, purring, contently,.. all those nites sleeping on benches, in doorways, in cars, in others beds, all those times bumming rides, money, living on nothing, living for nothing, working shit jobs for shit pay, just keeping one step ahead of starvation, madness, alcoholism.... fighting, death from loneliness, from my own hands, reading, kerouac and bukowski by streetlites, by cheap chandelier bar lites, knowing, all along that i could make it, someday, somehow, all those things led up to now, sitting in front of this computer, typing, giving you a piece of me some will never see... thank you, for letting me share with you, whats left of me...Birth sign: Libra
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