He wears
a pistol
low
on his hip.
Riding
tall
on a snorting
black beast.
Easily.
Wrinkled
vision sweeping
purple horizon,
gently waving
back to him.
The rhythm
of shod feet
rocking him
as a babe
cradled.
Only sand
and scorpions
note
his passing.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
In Time
I am fettered
as Prometheus
to a mountain
of the past
My sobriety
or the chance of it
a spider web
gossamer
It cannot
hold me
Only surrender can
put up a fight
and at times
I haven't got it
in me
I pray for pain
for weakness
to live in his strength
To live
and cease to run
riot
to live and to die
a better man
recovered in time
as Prometheus
to a mountain
of the past
My sobriety
or the chance of it
a spider web
gossamer
It cannot
hold me
Only surrender can
put up a fight
and at times
I haven't got it
in me
I pray for pain
for weakness
to live in his strength
To live
and cease to run
riot
to live and to die
a better man
recovered in time
My Soul Laughing
The Devil
rides in a
drop top Cadillac
looking
to and fro
for trouble.
She has
bare feet
and red painted toes.
The sun kisses
strawberry locks
curling,
crashing,
dripping,
down onto a faded
Grateful Dead T.
She smiles
at me,
cinder black heart.
I burst into flames.
I want to run
to her.
Fight for
her. Kill
for her.
And she eats my soul laughing.
rides in a
drop top Cadillac
looking
to and fro
for trouble.
She has
bare feet
and red painted toes.
The sun kisses
strawberry locks
curling,
crashing,
dripping,
down onto a faded
Grateful Dead T.
She smiles
at me,
cinder black heart.
I burst into flames.
I want to run
to her.
Fight for
her. Kill
for her.
And she eats my soul laughing.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Back from rehab
I was so anxious to get here this morning that I forgot my notes but I really enjoyed my experience and will write a little more about it in the next few days. If I never wanted to get clean it would have been worthwhile for the rich material that I gleaned from the lives of my peers! :)
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About Me
- stickbooth
- 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?