Nat Z. Punx

Rookie (103164 / peoria illinois usa)

Wet Spring Night - Poem by Nat Z. Punx

i walk out in poor rain
up to the bar for ciggies
loads of porno lezzies
pile out of butchtrucks
leaving the fallen
to sleep it off in dreams of stephie graf
lullubied by the spring rain
in the back of
long black cabs
follow this one of several
long legs
horse ass walk
no need to interact
just set back
enjoy the movie
get in and
i ask for reds in a box
no reds at all
i feel like a seconol addict
no choices
save lights or regular menthols
the dark green box
i get the greens
and think for a moment
of tucking them in the deerskin bib
the burn of high test and menthol
on my lips
dripping hydrocarbons
out mirror tubes
of belching banality
force myself not to torture too much
i walk out in the storm
open the pack and
wonder
if it will disturb the gods
i turn around
and get a pack of lights
walk back out into the rain
past the goldmine
i hear music
it's open again
now i sit here with the greenstick
burning my lips
and i can't light it
i can't believe that people fixate on my mailbox fear
they have no idea
gutters spill the sky into my cave
and the stickers fly on the door
all deteriorates around me
and i do nothing
save observe


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, November 6, 2006


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