the moon ain’t shit
at
19
walking home
from work
at midnight
on a friday
trying to
figure out
who could get
you
beer
what apartment had the best
party
what girl would stand youyour lungs could hold
infinite
cigarettes
and your head
could
hold
anythingthe night
was a
crazy
rolling dreamthat won’t come back
Cambrian Geological’s Rule of F’s
Without fail, in Fairfield, on Friday, at Fairprene, if there is Fieldwork, expect rain.
