Sunday, July 19, 2009

two rooms

we would


get


two rooms


one for


trickin'


the other for


geekin'





in between


smoking crack



i would wait


while she



my new bride



stolen



fresh



the two of us



from rehab



made more money



next door





getting mad as hell



like a little



boy



kicking and holding



his breath




until



she'd get back



with the cash



i would



walk/run



as fast as i



could





across the



hotel lot



to cop



again



and



we'd smoke





when the next



pick-up



truck



came through



we would



repeat



the whole dance





holy crap



what



takes her



so long

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I struggle with addiction and am just recently out of prison- I dislike most people and am bitter and self destructive. Yet somehow I have a good time. My first wife wanted to be an FBI agent when I met her in college, and the last one was a prostitute,the former gave me three great kids that I named Dakota, Skye and Willow, the latter a hell of a hard time. In the past I have been a busboy, a waiter, and a bartender. I have worked in nearly all construction trades including carpentry, brick laying, electrical, weilding, and plumbing. Once I had a job where I climbed tree's for a living. I fought Mixed Martial Arts when they still called it No Holds Barred, I have sold cars and was an editorial cartoonist. I am a failed actor, to lazy to try very hard, and lived with outlaw bikers in Northern California. I served as a medic in the army,and studied creative writing as well as radio tv. I cook a mean breakfast and like to sit and think sometimes all day. Did I say think or drink?