Trying to make it to my home
But not quite making it all the way
I'll just pass out on the steps
And dream about before
Back when I would sing along
Before I even had a drink
Now-a-days I have a 40
And I may have a good time
But probably just be the same
Not really having fun
Just being at the show
But I will pass out drunk
And always dream about
The next time I sleep on your floor again
We will stay up all night
Singing with out favorite bands
But now lets go get another bottle
And talk **** on the kids.


This is about going to shows and not having fun like I was when I first got into punk music. I first started writting it after seeing the Gaslight Anthem. Its funny though. Minutes after I finished writting, I found out about two shows that I am very very excited for, and will proably have really great times at(Defiance, Ohio and Spoonboy both with Mischief Brew). I also think its odd that most of my writting uses drugs, since I dont use any. But they are great symbols.

ah man i can relate to going to shows and not having fun...the first concert i went to see the violent femmes which i really dig but it was just like everyone around me was buzzed or drunk..there were like 40 year old ass.holes tripping all over themselves haha so i just like stood there mouthing the words...but still just thinking what the f.uck...


but anyway man nice work on the poem but i dont get the title so much?

I like the idea of it and the concepts you used. Though I think including things like 'not really' and 'not quite' are akward. Poems are usually concrete for me.

but anyway man nice work on the poem but i dont get the title so much?

I miss-typed it. The title is actually Huricane of Self-Doubt, as in a 40 of Hurricane malt liquor.

I like the idea of it and the concepts you used. Though I think including things like 'not really' and 'not quite' are akward. Poems are usually concrete for me.
I reread it, and think that they are still very concrete ideas. Not quite making it all the way means the narrater couldnt get to thier own house, and not really having any fun is means not having fun at a place you should. But thats just me.

I miss-typed it. The title is actually Huricane of Self-Doubt, as in a 40 of Hurricane malt liquor.


I reread it, and think that they are still very concrete ideas. Not quite making it all the way means the narrater couldnt get to thier own house, and not really having any fun is means not having fun at a place you should. But thats just me.


oh i figured the hurricane part but get the reference now fersure. sick.

Yeah I understand. To each his own. Either way it's a really cool poem.

I was thinking of making some kind of collection on poems that sort of relate to this subject matter. 3 poems that fit into the idea that is in my head are your corn fields poem, my "I hate titles" poem, and this one. I can't put a concrete idea what the unifying thing is, but they all fit into it. But I can tell you it has something to do with living on the street.

Would that be alright? You would be cited for everything.

By the way, the corn fields part of my last poem came directly from your poem.

I would be very appriciative of it. And I think they fit very well all together. But I dont know exactly why either. If you want some sort of introduction or something from me, I could probably write something up.

That'd be awesome. I wanted to do a few poems on poor street life and thought i'd put some others ones on Microsoft Word and stuff. I've always taken more interest in amateur poetry than famous ones like Edgar Allen Poe and stuff.

But an introduction would be great.