the tv chatter
is boring
the radio chatter
is uninspiring
in the people’s chatter
is disturbing
i need a coffee,
a cigarette,
and a shot of tequila
or maybe rum
i can’t decide
if I’m a pirate
the conquistador
or a bum
maybe i’m just old
salted
or like my friend said
moody
but whatever, the sun is out
and the wind is on my back
the day is almost over
liquidating suppression