from an old notebook #3

[Steve]

these are the movie days
the money days,
selling stars for science.

need to sleep it off
know he won't be home
so be stoned driving sister
alone
whistlin` not yet april showers
with a rotted wood-reed tongue.

all the wild girls gone by dawn
leaving me stranded
tuned
left with tea between my teeth
grinding blindly like cattle man
-am i?