Written by George Gad Economou
cruel lustful nights of yonder,
when bourbon and blow created a lethal combination
for all those around me—too many women
abandoned in the middle of the night, as I tried
to remember where I lived
and ended up in the shooting gallery.
frowned upon by everyone and not giving a single damn,
drunk in the university, drunk afterwards and before;
attending classes high, the only way to cope with
what life kept throwing at me.
it was alright, I guess; in some sense, while the world
never made any fucking sense,
I kept on going strong, fueling up on bourbon and cocaine,
trying to forget the ones already gone, forgetting those
that soon would also be gone.
too deep into the mist, unwilling even to try
and escape. comfortable in the darkest blue,
complacent in making illicit money, just enough to
finance the habits.
corner dealers greeted me heartily and women in suits
changed sidewalks; long hair, long beard,
the same old leather jacket. constant figure
of an underground long gone—forevermore
away, everlasting blacked out memories.
only one kiss remains embedded in the withering mind,
one pair of eyes that changed the whole damn world.
Text © George Gad Economou
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