August 19, midnight
(In my back yard)
Unemployed
in Austin
Won't live
in a
Fast Food dementia
real job focus
Nothing here
but offramp
hip bands
all sound the same
There's nothing more desperate than being hip
There's no weird here
just office
management,
was a here, here
once
now eaten by road right of way SUV deathmachine
OUT OF MY WAY FUCKER!!
and parking.
Austin: the town of everything shoved into little corners
with large trucks floating around.
August 19, noon
(Mojo's)
Nontraditional individualists
that
happen
to get along, Carrie and I
Austin, a dream
from which I
have awakened
in a sweat and
dizzy.
I rue going "home"
to yipping dogs
and the TV altar of horrific sign language pretty boy love stories.
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