Sunday, October 25, 2009

god damn does he go

Johnny was something with the ladies,
I'll always remember him with
his highball and dinner jacket
making a rodeo on the Steinway
for someone he was
barely interested in, and
isn't it funny? Always on the
verge of suicide and such beauty,
well, it is what it is, boy
had weight on his shoulders
no love could allay, but
god damn does he go—
if only we could all carry
ourselves straight to that sweet hell
he could put us in,
and go and go again—
sing it with me friends,
o good times, o good times,
o good times will you ever end?