Feeling lonely, I walk the streets and find a homeless man to talk to. He just pissed himself and he’s wearing a garbage bag as a poncho. He says that his name is Joe Norman. He lost his wife and kids in a car accident years ago, and then basically gave up on everything andContinue reading “Joe Norman”
There’s a space between the inner part of the shower curtain and the outer part, where the lip of the tub comes up and there’s a ledge that’s big enough for the cat to lie on. She lays there sometimes when I shower. Seems kind of odd, but I also kind of like the company,Continue reading “Friends”
I was supposed to work tonight, but I didn’t go. Jerry showed up with a thirty rack and some blow. He told me that we had to get fucked up, and that I had my whole life to work. I said “ok.” And then we each did a couple of lines and shotgunned a coupleContinue reading “Choices”
When I tell my friends that I write poetry, they usually tell me that I’m a faggot. And then I tell them that they shouldn’t call people faggots. I say it’s offensive. But then they say that it’s only offensive to faggots. And so I let it go. I turn to my phone. And IContinue reading “Faggots”
I saw a Priest today, Sitting by Himself Along the Window of a Café. He wore A smile on His face, But he looked So… Alone. I guess God doesn’t Make a great Date.
Cigarettes, Cigarettes, I love smoking Cigarettes with Friends. I love the buzz, And the laughs, And the one And a half Minutes that We all put down Our phones… It’s a breath Of fresh air.