you cannot help but comment
on everything you produce
be it the written word, a
creative project, the happiness
in your wife’s eye, you’ll always
point it out. something must be said
you say.
when you cough and it’s productive
you comment, when your home-
grown tomatoes taste wonderful
you comment.

and now in the distance i hear
“oh yea”
and i know it’s coming from
the bathroom where you cannot
help but comment on everything
you produce

Here I sit,

Watching greatness on television,

Inhaling smoke to get high,

Inhaling smoke to get low,

Already low in a dark canyon,

Looking at the sun,

Too high up, as to be a pinhole in a black sheet.

I light a candle to see,

Light a cigarette to breathe,

Take a sip calm,

Take a hit to feel.

I’m lost in the darkness,

Holding the walls to guide me.

It was a sudden act that brought you here,
I’m sure,
laid out so tidy with
your hair done right
and they got the clothes good, too

It’s an interesting place to spend a night,
all boxed up like that
and everyone in the other room
trying real hard to
have a good time

You’d love that the booze was free
and they got two of your favorite things
and all the acoutrimahhh to boot
and they did it, man.
With a few gospel tunes just for
added support,
and a couple old audio tracks with
your name on ’em,
they did it.

They could have used your help,
though.