At four A.M.
Mugginess lays
Heavy like a
Fat bed partner
Hogging the sheets
The night quiet
Broken only
Occasionally
By cars
On Markham
Even the river
Sleeps content
No tossing
Or turning
Or fitful dreams
The wind gone
Like a child
At Hide and Seek
While I close
My eyes counting
There is a magical
Strangeness about this hour
A still loneliness
Comfortable
Like old shoes
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?
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