i saw her
walking from
an alley
downtown
wearing a halter top
and jeans and
hand-picked tattoos
another black eye
like fruit
ripened to fast
to soon plucked
from the vine
never maturing
developing
the sweetness
nature had in mind
the only value that
she placed on herself
the crumpled bills
serving selfish desire
and i knew
that this was
her life
a produce market
reselling the same
tomato until
damaged and bruised
no one else
would buy it
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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