kiss_the_bottle beije o frasco in the spring of the lilac, you pleasantly present the side of your happiness that must be at times bought, and other times, sacrificed. whatever it takes. 040505 ... silentbob i rubbed my nose on it wishing it was lips 040505 ... baci la bottiglia smoke from many fires can be seen. 040506 ... Jawbreaker it gets lonliest at night down at the liquor store beneath the neon sky (our moonlight). six a.m. the floor comes alive with lice, the pan's dried up so tight with hardened beans (we're hungry). so i lean on you sometimes just to see you're still there. feet that can't take the weight of one much less two we hit concrete and were we pulled into this mess i know i painted you a prettier picture baby we were burned out on a rail fell from the wagon to the night train i kissed the bottle, i should have been kissing you and you wake up to an empty night with tears for two cigarettes they fill the gaps in our empty days, in our broken teeth, we're jonesing. say mister, can you spare a dime, some change might make a change, might buy some time some freedom. or an end to hear my story, all i've got are fiction. beats the hell out of my truth. a palm upturned, burnt blue, don't call it sunburn. you've been shaking on the job, just one drink ahead of your past. there's a white light coming up, you pull the blinds hoping it will pass. 040507 what's it to you? who go blather from