a happy fucking poem

…for a change
it was in the 70s today
finally
it’s almost fucking April.
barely any wind
went to the shop
saw a girl in fishnets
on an ATV
she had a big jug
of what looked like piss
figured it was beer
or some mix
her friend inside the shop
bought a couple singles of vodka
2 cigars.
classy.

once home
I drank 12 hard seltzer’s
then rebuilt my fire pit
to a draft furnace
with a keyhole
grilled 12 burgers.
my chihuahua tried to eat
a piece of bun I dropped
she didn’t know that the
other side of it
was in the mouth of a bearded dragon
when she picked it up
the lizard’s head was in her mouth
she spit it out so fast
I laughed.

had my 2 tone mix on
Specials, Madness, Bad Manners
Selecter, Bodysnatchers.
there was also some Dexy’s, Jam, Adam Ant
some other miscellaneous shit.
got in the pool even though it was
too cold.
I didn’t give a fuck.
kept drinking
kept smoking
it felt good.
sun went down,
opened a bottle of shiraz
listened to the B-52s first album
felt good for the first time in a
long time,
even though, tomorrow the state may be
canceling my Medi-Cal.
we will see,
but tonight
I feel fucking good
god damn it.

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