drunken poet

i knew it,
i knew it.
just a fucking drunken poet...
vomitting in the face of god,
just a castaway urban rez underdog.
a strange life of blood, flesh, tears,
& spirit,
just a fucking drunken poet.
living in self exile,
where it's self consciousness
runs wild.
w/ day & w/ night...
harbouring upon dead end streets,
waiting for the final feast.
w/in the midnight heat,
where life is obsolete.
showering in the acid rain,
where one becomes insane.
drunken poet!!!
where the fuck are you right now???
here???
elsewhere???
everywhere???
anywhere???
or nowhere???
i want & need to find out...