kickin

i take a li'l taste
on my tongue, spit it
back out. o man
that felt good. taste, spit,
needle in the trash.

i know a couple things now
like higher powers are good for you
but they suck too. like insanity
is the last defense of stupidity.

i watch you from the window
that looks over the alley.
back in the dumpster, scrounging.
dollar bills stick to your hat but
oblivious, typically, you dive
deeper. if you're looking
for that song you threw away
i heard the truck a few blocks back.
better hurry and find it
before you're stuck in those metal jaws
they finish you off so much faster
than the rush thru veins.