"you know what you're
problem is?
you think all
the damned time"

his palsied claw
hunting for the ashtray
"kid" he grumbled
"what do you
to blow some off?"

sometimes
i write something down
and put it away

"what?
don't you have any
hobbies?" you watch
football? baseball?"

no

not really
sometimes i'll watch soccer
or hoops but
not that often

"well how about tv? don't
you watch nothing? you got
cable, right?"

yeah but it's
200 channels
of nothing much

"you like girls?
you ain't queer,
right? i know you
like girls"

yeah
they're nice

"i'm not talking about nice
i'm talking about girls
don't you go out
and f*** around with
the girls?"

no
not for a very long time

"you ain't scared
of the pussy are you?
some chick bummed
you out?"

he leaned in
smoke weaved in
his hair
and the history of burden
on his hands
"listen kid" he said
"you can't let
some old bullshit
interfere with
some new bullshit

i been down and
assed broke before
but i never let some chick
ruin the next one
for me

'cause nothing's
as good as it gets
when she's right there
and ready
soft and dangerous

yeah
you got no money
and you get headaches
from all that thinking
but when you're
got a girl who
can go like tornadoes
and send thunder
to your balls
you steal heaven

it's like dying over
and over again
little bits at a time

and i do it
whenever i got the cash..."