on a not so crazy day

I’m smoking beneath

a festival of lights and empty pinatas

my friends are stressed out about

money

I’m stressed about

money

more than I am

about getting home

because that problem would be

solved

with money

money is like tobacco

we beg for it when

it’s running out

but when we have some

it all just burns away

anyways

I’M TOO YOUNG TO CARE

I’M TOO OLD TO CARE

about anything that doesn’t involve

alcohol

even at my age

and writing about this

has already been done

and back then as it was

being done, it was considered

brilliant. it was considered

literature.

you can cover a song

but not a lifestyle.

jump over the counter

and get behind the bar

that’s where all your money went

get out of the bar

stop looking for him

get out of the bar

he wouldn’t have

a drink with any of us

if he were alive today.

instead,

meet me at Kozue

for sushi, sake

and for a little break from

our Western Buddha.