I'm sure you remember John...if not, read a few lines and i'm sure you will remember him...

Sure, there’s always coke

till quarter to nine in the morning, 27 years old, still living

in, commandeering the

parent’s

suburban household while the white sheep family are on 14 hr red eyes…flights to Cairo, to that desert smell even in the city and (27 yrs old at quarter to nine in the morning w/ that

sticky keyboard atmosphere of

(a giggle and a smile) bloody nose,

no tissues, not much to be concerned with

Sweets….) and just maybe

I'm settling into that preplanned system of

Kessey’s Combine Karim’s Machine Bukowski’s Bottle- like reliable t-shirts- I’ll

wear it today same as the day before, sure, today same as the day before, (No time! No time!) still

stuck at

experimental

17- not caving in- (there isn’t even a sign!) It’s weird

when an alarm clock goes off- and there’re strangers sleeping

in your parent’s

suburban

household - and you think to yourself, sticky keys, my fingertips are red red red Kitten and there’s that Frusciante organ

sound in my ears- something that shakes the cosmos and maybe, just maybe 28

+ hrs

isn’t all

that bad