I like my seat next to the tap, tap, tap… the faucet is dripping. Fuck. “Just gimme a beer,” I say to Phil, the bartender, and he gives me one on draft. Then another. Mix in a shot. Another beer. My gut is hot first, then my throat right before I vomit. Phil cleans itContinue reading “Tap”
I don’t wear glasses. My vision is good. But I have been seeing Things kinda funny Through these red-x lenses. It’s all shapes and Lines that bend, And objects that Don’t make any sense. Sometimes it scares me But sometimes I love it, Just knowing that I Must be a squiggly mess Of shapes andContinue reading “Shapes and Lines”
Holy shit, what did I do? I think, as I wipe the drool from my face. Sitting up and rubbing my head, I try to remember how exactly I got myself to bed, but I can’t figure it out. I can’t recall much of anything from last night besides falling when I first got toContinue reading “Every Morning”
Lou, you wicked drunk, you. You’re a degenerate with Smoke breath and a shitty Way with words, too. You’re not a poet, Lou, You’re a poser with a pen, Just a bum with a Twisted head, and Don’t worry, no one will Ever remember a thing That you said.