hit machine

blasts from pasts
something snapped
and i stopped being
whoever i was
suddenly i became
a nobody on the streets
couldn’t find anyone anywhere
to even look at or listen to
wondered if this was all
some kind of fever dream
hitchhiked my way back to glory
rode shotgun on a love truck
with cops in the mirrors
full heat on and we got 80s metallica
pumping on the stereo cassette system
drinking knob creek with susie
from texas who gave me a blowjob
and said you gotta come visit me in northcarolina
if you want to see me in a tiger suit
a voice echoes in my headhole
flashing in neon letters
“have the courage to have no opinion
have the guts to walk away
go back to your piano
go back to your notebooks
keep writing, keep creating
you don’t need to take part
in the fuckfest of modern opinions
you got what they can’t even buy”
so thats what i did
and spent decades bumming around
gathering inspiration for my soul sponge
slept in bus stations
and threw my busking change into
thames rivers in londons while me my woman
fantasized about other men
and chopped food in vegan restaurants
and i fantasized about her hot friends
looked for old lamps for futures
artist meccas in the hearts of hurts
worked for nothing and visited
lifecoaches who encouraged me
soon i would find solace
in blueberry pancakes and
decided to visit a 100 cities
maybe that will cure me
of whatever it is
that this is