the nightmare before thanksgiving
entails
the entrails
of rats and ants gross and gregarious
under my bed.
appetizing.
I'm drinking coffee from a meta-mug.
a cup with a picture of a cup
in orange, blue and yellow
lemon lift.
Jim and I made a pact that
our last plays can't suck.
I base my life themes on washed-up
punks' sketchbook diaries,
write songs about whiskey
and smoke in the cold.
It will be a good day
cause i said so.
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