Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Passing
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.
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
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
Saturday, January 2, 2010
today i go to rehab
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tramps
square grey chins
shuck and jive and laugh
like peter pans band
like boys lost in time
pulpit pounding gestures
a revival of spirit
malt liquor communion
nicotine smiles
and sun washed faces
handsome and strong
standing on corners
drinking
from brown paper sacks
enjoying the moment
only the moment
shrugging off the past
and troubled tomorrows
like yesterdays shirt
Monday, November 16, 2009
headlights and halos
Stained brown from smoking
Other peoples castoffs
Drizzling rain falls gently
Changing the days perception
To that of a dream
I stop and watch a girl
In mukluks and a miniskirt
Hurry into 501 Markham
Crossing Broadway looking
Ahead headlights and halos
Rush toward me
I pick up the pace
A little and wince at the
Painful blister on the
Heel of my
Soul
Sunday, November 15, 2009
A Boones Farm song
as we stand outside
a mom and pop store
in the same
neighborhood
that our parents
first kissed
its hard to dance
When your
drunk and there
is no music
but we would
be in love
so very
badly
lustful youth
lingering kisses
sidewalks
and spring
Friday, November 13, 2009
Play For Me
Play for me
At night as I
Lay in melancholy
Some predictably
Like Johnny Cash
Others with head swaying
From side to side
Urge me on Jack
And never come back
In the voice of
Ol blind Ray
chunka chunka
clackity
chaunka clackity
clack
I lay keeping time
With my pen tapping
To the trains
And the great songs
Gone by
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Me and Charlie
Occasionally
Rear foot rushing to find balance
We are heavily burdened
He has a cardboard load and I
A stolen tent
We hope its all there
Hiking along the railroad tracks
Searching
For a place to be home
The fix (angry or otherwise)
Must wait for this work
To be done
Last night we broke into a house
And lay down to sleep
A half pint
and a quart
Our only lullaby
We eased out this morning
The thorns and ivy open up
Inviting us to stay
And Charlie smiles as I drop
The bag that I carry
Landing with metallic clink
And stability
Later we'll meet Thomas and get high
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Devils' Due
.
"Faulkner."
"Wouldn't you rather be a rock star?"
"Why?"
"It would be a damn sight easier, I'd allow."
" No, I want to be a brilliant writer.'
"Brilliant no less, I could make you rich."
" I would sell my soul to be the greatest writer today."
" Listen I'll do what I can, I mean you seem like a good enough kind of fellow, but I am fairly low level you see, I mean I only work here- tell you what I'll run it past my manager see what he says."
"Okay" Danny said feeling a little like he was trying to buy a new car. And again the weird door between time and space opened and closed and the demon was gone. A brief time later he was back.
"Listen Danny I want you to know that I went to bat for you in there, I really did . The thing is you are a little upside down with the whole soul thing, I mean there has been a good deal of depreciation, you've got some damage there too. Bottom line is we are gonna have to take a pass."
"How about Grisham good?'
"Sorry..."
" Maybe just a popular blog...?"
" Listen sit down here with me", Danny sat with him on the side of the bathtub and they talked about what they could do.
When Danny woke up he had a shit taste in his mouth and the kind of strange sense of memory that you have after a night of disjointed dreams, this one had taken the cake though he wasn't sure he had ever had one that seemed so real. He sat up and saw a pint of bourbon on the milk crate along with a pack of generic cigarettes, neither had been opened. So, reaching he busted the seal on the Kentucky pain killer first and drank deep,
"What the hell it's not like I'll miss it", and tore the cellophane open on the smokes, shook one loose and lit it before crossing the room to the mess of papers scattered across his makeshift desk.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
walk on
hope from me
rinsing away all
but desperation
tall buildings
bully me
lean in on me
square shoulders
barring progress
cars roar by
slashing puddles
in half
headlights staring
mocking me
laughing
i walk on
with my
soaking boots
playing
shhkik kashaw
shhkik kashaw
marking
my progress
like brushes
on a snare drum
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
what the hell
downtown drinking
smelling like the bottom
side of a saddle
i smile wondering
what the hell
happened
i was pony boy
i was james fucking dean
i was johnny cash and
spun out steve mcqueen
i frown wondering
what the hell
happened
SELF
That my pride
That my ego
Would be any
Less
Because I have
Nothing
Because I am
Nothing
Did you think that
I became thirty
Units of
Dope drawn up
Ready to mix with
Blood
One more pint
Less
A man
Unable
To mix
With mankind with
Women
When self is
All
SELF
Becomes huge
An
Egomaniac
With an
Inferiority complex
Monday, September 14, 2009
To sleep
Chokes me like a
500 pound
Gorilla
I am seasoned
And dry rubbed
Rolled
In Filth
Fuzz from give away
Blankets in the
Stubble of my
Shaved head
I fear sleep
In sleep the past
Creeps
Like mist
On water
Into my soul
In sleep
The past
Smothers me
Molasses thick
I will
Enter her
Only with
Assurance of
Kentucky grains
And
Whiskey rebellions
The day
Comes to fast
And I must
Move on
Friday, August 21, 2009
Love Me
"You never stay with me, you only want to screw then run off to your crazy chicken fights."
"Baby, quit that. Calm down what's wrong."
"You don't really love me, you never did. Your crazy fucking roosters killing each other, your gambling, your dope- you love all of that more than you love me! You never did."
"Baby, no", he says holding his hands low, just above his waist, palms down trying to calm her. As drunk as JoEllen was right now she was nothing to mess with.
She picked up a steak knife from the counter and tears, first from one eye then a moment later the other, slid gently down her dimpled cheeks. She was wearing one of those T-shirts that people call wife beaters, a sort of tank top style undershirt, it was tight across her ample breasts, and panties that looked like a little girls', pink with some kind of Japanese cartoon image on them and knee high tube socks with stripes at the top like basketball players in the 70's wore. Her hair was in total disarray and her eyes as large as a doe deers' were ringed black with yesterdays mascara, one slightly drooping from the effects of the alcohol. As he eased towards her he could not help but be a little turned on by both her beauty and her danger.
"You bastard I should kill you, you never really loved me."
" Jo, baby- Jo you know I love you, you know I love you more than anything. I will love you forever."
Sobbing now she began to shake, she let the hand with the knife lower just a little and Jason walked on over and took it from her and wrapped his arms around her , and held her.
"Shhhh", he said gently , as if talking to a very small child and pulled back slightly to wipe tears from her face.
"Hush now", he whispered and delicately moved a strand of hair from her eyes.
She leaned forward and he kissed her softly on her forehead, and her neck, and her eyelids, kissing away the pain that lived inside of her always. The pain that told her that nobody loved her, and that everybody she cared about would leave her alone in the end. Just like they always had.
"Come on girl, let me get us a beer", and he walked with her holding her hand into the back room to the tiny little refrigerator that was beside their bed. She laid down and he pulled out two Pabst Blue Ribbons and laid beside her.
" You always..." she started to say something but even the beginning was nearly to quiet to hear,then slowly she turned up the ice cold beer , drinking deeply from it.
"Do you remember when we first met," Jason asked, "Do you remember the night in KOs' house?"
" We smoked crack."
"Yeah, and she was gone, and the house was full of crap because she was remodeling and we laid on a mattress in the front room and made love."
"... And there was plastic covering the windows and the wind kept blowing and making the plastic pop and I was so scared."
And the both of them lay there and drank more beers and remembered that night, after the sex was done and the drugs had run out and it was just the two of them so far away from the crazy lives they lived a few blocks over, so far from the hustlers, and the kooks, and the thieves and the whores and all of the others that made up the circle of their association.And honest with each other for the first time they had talked. She had told him about her father and his friends and her childhood, and her scars. How when she had finally gotten old enough to resist and say no to him, and how she wished her mother had not died, and how when he tired of her saying no again and again her father had poured lighter fluid on her and set her on fire, scarring her legs and most of her right side and all of her heart.
And he told her about his wife and kids and how the marriage had failed and how when he could no longer see his children he had given up on life and sunk slowly into the self imposed darkness that engulfed him now. And the drugs, and the crazy chances that he took to insure that he never went without them.
" I don't want you doing stick ups anymore. You'll go back to prison and I will be alone."
"Well, I don't want you turning tricks anymore..."
" It's the only hustle I have..."
"Well what are we gonna do- get straight jobs?"And they both smiled because he may as well have asked if they were going to sprout wings and fly to the moon. So he continued to steal and she to trick and the rest of the time they drank together and fed other hungers and tried to pretend that they could have normal lives.
They got a place together , small , only two rooms. The front a sort of living room and the back, a bedroom with a fridge and a hotplate, tiny bathroom off to the side. Somehow just having a place besides the seedy motels where they had always stayed gave them both a feeling of semi- stability, something that he had all but forgotten and she had never had. She prostituted herself less and less, only doing so when absolutely necessary and he no longer smoked crack which is not to say that he no longer used drugs and didn't drink now more than ever but that one demon at least was behind him. They had money for cigarettes, and rent, and even a weekly trip to Taco Bell- JoEllen liked that. Jason made friends with the neighbor, Segundo, who worked construction and sent money back to Mexico for his wife and children. Sometimes they would drink Modelo in the afternoons and Segundo would tell stories about his kids. Some nights the three of them would eat dinner together, but never at Taco Bell. Other times Jason and Segundo would go to the cockfights over in the part of town where the Mexicans mostly lived. And JoEllen
only tried to kill Jason when she got really, really drunk. Most days she would drink a half of a gallon of vodka, Ariticrat or Heaven Hill, but on other days she would get into Jason's beer, PBR that he would buy in thirty pack suitcases and on those days she might still get violent. She had been into the beer today.
" I'm not going anywhere baby, I'm gonna stay right here with you."
She finished her beer and threw the empty can across the room and he laughed. She nuzzled closer her head laying on his chest, and he wrapped strong arms around her.
" Do you love me, Jason"
" Of course I do."
" Why do you love me?", she asked,"Tell me why."
" I love you because you are the most beautiful women in the world, and because you are so very sad, I love you because of the smell of your hair and the song of your laughter- I love you because you understand..."
"Understand what?"
"You understand... me."
" I love you Jason," and she turned looking up into his face and kissed him. And passion rose up in them both and they fanned it's flames, until, exhausted they fell over spent. JoEllen was fast asleep and Jason smoked a Marlboro Red until the filter crushed between his fingers then sitting up reached for his chinos, and felt to make sure his wallet was there. Quietly he dressed and slipped out the front door and went to watch the roosters fight.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Brand New
His father
Or maybe
Moms Dad
Splashing
With earnest
In puddles
The boy in a
Green slicker
Brand new rubbers
Laughing
Yesterday
When I was
Five years old
I sat watching
A Charlie Brown
Special on
Television
In a brand new
Yellow raincoat
And my Mom
Took a
Picture
Friday, July 31, 2009
The Most Beautiful Girl
Holy Crap some days are weird, leaning over her, trying to remember. Holy Crap. She was beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but fate deemed their time was done. She was quite dead.
It came flooding back. Last night walking the strip he had seen her. New to him, he knew most of the girls who worked the streets here, it was a small town. She had smiled like some kind of animal: hungry. He didn't have the time then, backpack full of goods, brain gone dry of the substances that drove him. He noticed her none the less. Predator sniffing predator. Kindred spirits. She walked under the streetlights smiling a vendors smile carrying a half of a gallon of cheap vodka for the world to see. She followed with her eyes as he passed by.
Then later, walking back to the hotel, arm full of nod, head full of booze, and a hand full of crack -he saw her again.
Wanna do an oxy? slurring, one eye half closed.
He didn't even answer, never said a word, just looked up the road a block to the hotel and his room and she went with him, rattling the pill bottle as she strolled, oozing sexuality and desire.
They had enjoyed a buffet of drugs and booze and sex acts not for the faint of heart. At some point, satisfied, Griffin had passed out. Their had been plenty of the Oxycontin left at that point. She must have overdosed after.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit!
Griffin didn't know what he was going to do but he knew what he was going to do first. Scooping up his keys and money clip from the bedside table he turned and opened the front door.
Hello. How you durin' today?
Flo, the house keeper. She scared the crap out of him!
Jojo in his room still?
Yeah he there,not for long though.
Don't let anybody in here, Flo, Ill be right back.
Trying to look casual Griffin walked as fast as he could to Jojo's room to cope a small piece of dope. Just something to help him focus, to figure out what to do. When he stepped back out of the room Flo was nowhere to be seen. Walking even faster back to his room, fist clinched and sweating around the twenty dollar distraction, he dropped his key clattering across the concrete and bent to pick it up then straightening turned it in the door.
His heart missed a beat, again , then he realized that Flo had brought the whole cleaning cart into his room. She wanted a hit. He could tell from the look on her face that she had seen the girl. Then she put her finger to her lips, so selfish that she hadn't noticed that the sleep would never be interrupted.
Here take this and go. Griffin broke her a little hit off and sent her frowning from the room. Then sat in the obligatory chair next to the bed that every crappy hotel room in the country had. Stuffing the gangster white into the end of the pipe, his hands shook as he pulled a lighter from his pocket. Slowly and with a purpose he breathed the chemical smoke deep into his blood rich lungs. And surely the smoke calmed him and killed the jangling of his nerves. A little closer now, sitting on the edge of the bed Griffin studied her face, her form. She was beautiful. Really not the kind of beauty that you ever get used to, exotic somehow. Lying next to her he finished the dope and wondered.
Later after a call to a great aunt that still trusted him no matter what, Griffin pulled into the hotel lot in a car that looked like it had been borrowed from a trusting aunt. Dusk had begun to shroud him, wrapping dark mother arms about his twisted life. Griffin gathered his meager belongings then walked into the room one last time and picked up the girl gently like she might disappear if he jostled and carried her and put her in the car. Not in the trunk, but belted in the passengers seat like a traveler overcome with slumber. He loved her and could not bear to part with her so instead he leaned over and kissed her cold lips and drove away never thinking of his aunt, or Jojo, or how strange this day had been.
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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?