twinkle twinkle little man

liberataire, nice with a beard
suggests a sangria for the start, before the beer
taking the glasses, we guzzle them down, and I spill some on my leg
laughing and joking and playing with air, we speak about everything so clear
dark thoughts don't arrive for long, gone into the midst of my sparkler-like head
taking control, and rolling a joe, we go out for a smoke.
I tell funny stories in French, that suprisingly work, she laughs loud and heartedly,
somewhere in the distance, a dog barks, probably just caught the cat.
with a drop of the hat, we return to our table where our awaiting drinks have sat
lonely together on the table of eternity, awaiting the deities to drink their goodness.
lifting the glass to my mouth, I miss, and pour beer over my t-shirt, the old one with the burn holes and the worn down celtic design
no matter, clothes are for the folk who give a damn, give a damn about the people with their minds so closed
religiously up-brought, but never broke free, these chains of the majority, don't hold me.
We get back to my place, and wake up the neighbours, with music so loud, it's literally blaring. Perhaps feeling sorry for themselves as to why they're in bed, after all, it's only4:30am. decide on a film "henry, portrait of a serial killer", and I think to myself, let the fun begin.
finally sleep arives, I take my 1 hour siesta with a smile and go to work, arriving, smiling, follying inside my head, so full yet clear, for what comes next, is getting very near.
I tab a cig from my boss, and drink a strong coffee. cheshire cat smile, never waning.
after a few hours of ectasy I write in blog, and that's it, from this dog.