nothing but the truth

flooding through time and space,
in a-nother larchmont,
in a-nothing world.
dad hit him when he didnt
want 2 be hit,
when he struck
out,
when he didnt know
his vocabulary,
when he salted the guacamole,
with the sea salt,
instead of the kosher salt.

he coulda showed up
with a shiny new eye,
said it wasnt no thing,
and dont ask me nothing
about it.

i went on facebook
and i lol'd my mama.
i drank the pinot,
in the bathroom,
while peeing in the sink.

the chances of getting outside
on a beautiful day like today
are slim as a nun.

hit the snooze every five minutes,
until the workday is over,
play chess or scrabble,
it doesnt matter.

just for the goof,
just for the addiction,
it doesnt matter.