peace sign pants

I was at a bar last night, drinking alone on a patio. New York has reconciled that lonely-bar-drinking experience most recently deprived from my life. What a strange feeling.

No one really reads this blog. So here is my first stupid poem of the summer.


the guy with the peace sign pants
I thought it was Tyler
until I saw his peace sign
pants

alone with a stance
he looks like me
until I see his peace sign pants

but we are both drinking
cans of
2 for $5 Pabst
in our peace ass-igned pants
on this year's
first patio.



(I thought the guy looked like Tyler Ramsey from Band of Horses....until I saw his peace sign pants.)