I am just in the mood to write random thoughts. And I do it in the style of Hubert Selby Jr.

He wanders down the street, it is a cold and blistery evening
Dodging homeless like a martial artists dodges punches
Glancing at the drag queens who are high on meth as if it is part
Of the grand circus that is life
And the closet queens that shout at everyone to garner attention
And the rich yuppies who like to tour the area just to say
They were 'slumming' and are hip with people but in fact they
Are nothing more than shallow nobodys that dont who they are
But would like to see how others live to remember what it is
Like to be human again
The man just wanders on a night where others are curled up with loved
Ones or others that beat them
Just looking for a part of his soul that would make sense of things
Again, and how life has spun out of control
Or maybe it was always out of control and he lived in a glass shell
And the shell has shattered and cut him to shards and he is
Trying to soak up the bloody mess with a sponge and piecing
It back into the sewn together parts that arent entirely right
But then again it could just be the E he took earlier is kicking
In and he is just tripping out like a mother fucker who
Needs to fuck the neighbor and his cat and the eighty year old
Quadrapalegic and the screaming bitch across the hall and the midget
Who rides the moped like a Harley
All one big fuck fest with a need to take a piss and get some milk
And carrots every few hours or so