grumpy morning..

there's some sort of crazy violent, ill-conceived emotional shitstorm going on inside my head.. it's early and I'm more awake than I would like to be. add to that what seems like a 100% humidity at today's venue, down in the Deep South, and a lack of proper breakfast is making me cranky.

here's a poem I wrote the other day:
                       Casino
In from the rain,
living the dream.
It's all in vain
this dream's not real
Bright flashing lights,
Recycled air,
my wallet's tight
from drinking crappy beer
you seek a sign, maybe someone cares,
their smiles are fake, their hearts' not there
I'm out of cash
and out of luck
I suppose it's a good thing
I just don't give a fuck