Monday, July 13, 2009

The Value of Poetry

In my senior year


Of High School


I met her and


She smiled






She studied English


Or rather how to teach it


At the local


University






I was quite smitten


Taken with her


She asked us to write


So I did






I wrote stories


And she read them


Poems and she giggled


I tried to be provocative






In puberties most


painful/beautiful way I held


books low and center


while we spoke






When she left

Eventually


I learned lifes


Most valuable Lesson






Love is bitter sweet


They all go eventually


And even bad poetry
Can get you laid












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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?