she was as
ugly
as an old pair of boots
but she never stopped
smiling
i would see her
here and there
tottering
on a barstool
at any bar
at any time
she would yell
when she saw me
jukebox repairman
i would smile
order us a both
a beer and a shot
she talked
like
janis joplin sang
you ever find
some pretty girl
to take your
heart
my answer was always
a smile
and
a no
you’re too stuck
in your own head
how do i
unstick
myself
fucked if i know
i don’t think about
it
what it
any of it
i don’t think about
the past
cause i can’t
change it
i don’t think about
the future
because it is not
certain
i just stay
in the now
what if now
sucks
i drink
and if it is
good
i drink
so the answer is
drinking
probably not
but it always
worked
for me

i tried it
her way
for a few years
maybe it worked
or
maybe i just don’t
remember
the times
it did not

i reckon
i smiled
a lot more
then