Hoarders and hoards of other wordly creatures fill the street corners, holding tightly, fingers clinging, knuckles white, to anything that makes them feel u n i q u e and whole. Walking around with plastic bags full of things that they don’t need. Blindly reaching for some meaning among all of this meaninglessness. I walkContinue reading “Hoarders”
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On The Balcony
My feet hang between the bars of my brother’s balcony railing. Two kids ride by on their bicycles, laughing about something. I watch them for a minute and then go back to smoking my cigarette. Sweet nicotine. Sweet sweet nicotine. The stars are out. It’s Los Angeles, and the stars are out. Seems funny thatContinue reading “On The Balcony”
Uncle Doug
I had an Uncle Doug who, every Sunday, would grumble and grunt and fuss his way into his bright green ’73 convertible Corvette, so that he could drive it around the neighborhood and feel young again. He’s dead now, though. Stroke killed him last year. And now the car sits under a tarp in myContinue reading “Uncle Doug”
Concert
Haven’t had anything to eat. Drinking drinking drinking. Beer wine wine wine wine margarita beer beer shot of whiskey, beer. I see a guy smoking a dab pen and I ask him for a hit. He gives me a hit. I give him ten dollars because I’m drunk and I’m sure he deserves it. IContinue reading “Concert”
Hooters
I went to Hooters so that I could toot my own horn, and tell the girls that I wrote a book. One of them said that she’d take a look but I don’t believe her. Then I tried to toot one of their booties and I got kicked out. Went home and made wings inContinue reading “Hooters”
Youth
Coffee. Coffee. We’re drinking coffee to wake up. And we’re smoking weed to zone out. And we’re dragging cigarettes to balance the two. Then more coffee. More coffee to stay awake, because we get nervous when we’re groggy. But then it’s too much coffee. And we’re jittery, so we smoke more weed. Too much weed.Continue reading “Youth”
Music
I want to write words that move like a bass line smoothes out a slow song. I want this thing to beat your bones like it was a fucking kick drum. Like buh-dum dum dum. Can you feel it bumping yet? Like a song that you loved but forgot about until just now. These wordsContinue reading “Music”
Lies
You used to tell me to stay sober. I used to smoke a blunt before you would come over. I always said that I was just tired. You never really believed me. You just wanted to be with someone, and you hated to fight, so you would let it go. But we were both unhappy,Continue reading “Lies”
Choices
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”
Sounds Like Me
I haven’t touched these words in so long that they got covered in dust. And now I feel rusty as I try to readjust them. I can’t remember how where they were supposed to go. The order seems messed up. Or the purpose is missing. Or maybe they were just shitty words to begin with.Continue reading “Sounds Like Me”
