the sound it makes

it’s as if the world was ending
the sound it makes
the chaos and the beauty of it all
sun shining so hard
could make a dead man cry
thousand year jupiter storms
lost in the fog of the mighty gods
go back in time
listen to the wine
feel the bravery of friends intertwined
the drunken laughter
of failed romance
you say the wrong things
convey the wrong emotions
and it’s game over baby
she is gone
move on to the next one
fake identities
untamed rhapsodies
clocks ticking like timebombs
flirt with the staff
they take you out back
give you a good beating
teeth flying
grab the ankles of strippers
suddenly you jolt awake
on a greyhound to a motel with a payphone
she brings you a bottle of knob creek
and kill’em all playing all the way
to north carolina where you bang the kindergarten teacher
i need fucking sun
hop on a train to miami
you swore you’d skip florida
but instead you skip your sworn bullshit
play chess with danish blonde godess
go skinny dipping with her
she is lost and broken
maybe she is doing porn
she wakes up in your muse tshirt
wears her panties to the beach
you catch a good look at her pussy as she’s lying on her stomach
you somehow end up doing an 8ball with two girls from australia
some old russian guy is singing soviet songs on your guitar
you end up seeing the guy who runs the place 10 years later on youtube
he’s teaching people about webinars
apparently he is some kind of success story
you consider writing a novel
about all your adventures
if only i knew how to convey
how it really felt
instead i write poetry
like bukowski said
screaming on paper
no rules
i even take it one step further
i turn these god damn things
into viking blues symphonies