I didn't have bitters
I didn't have an orange peel
I didn't have a mixer
I didn't have ice cubes
sugar in a glass
splashed with whiskey
teaspoon swirl
terrible
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 2:07 PM UTC
I'd be broke
no doubt
no one knows about the internet in the 20's
so my programming skills wouldn't get me very far
I haven't read enough about historic sporting events
to make any money gambling
I wouldn't even know how to apply for a job
would I have to use a typewriter to type my resume?
I could start a moonshining business
but I wouldn't know where to get the moonshine
I could predict the future for a fee
but I would be limited to things that happen in the distant future
perhaps I could write a fictional novel of a dystopian future
and just write my memoir of everything I can remember
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
I'm thankful for my dog
because she gets excited
to head to the backyard
and chase a ball for a little while
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC
I always finish the wine when it’s opened
My thumb’s always the shoehorn for my shoe
I always miss the snow in the spring time
And I’m always thinking about you.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC
I'd park out somewhere with a view
Splurge on a high end whiskey bottle
Turn the music up just enough
And drink a glass for each year
I wouldn't be working any more
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Something about the smell on my
fingers, lingering
But for whatever reason
when I chew tobacco
I feel like the cowboy
I grew up wanting to be
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC
We clanked our wine glasses together
Suits for the occasion
And I tried to remember the names
Especially the ones who’s faces I recognize
One man in particular looks older than I remember, with a haircut far too young
Talking all about
The deal of the last year
Maybe a Christmas bonus this year
So he can go home to his wife
“Look honey we can buy another car”
And maybe this time she won’t sleep
With the neighbor
I shake his hand hard because the poor old b*stard needs something
And maybes its this extravagant event
guys like me shaking his hand firm enough
That he knows he’s important somewhere
And we are all impressed by his hard work and loyalty
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
I published a children’s book
So that I could say I was a writer
Before then it was just
Scratches in my notebook
Notes in my phone
Conversations in my head
That first month
After the publishing
And the handling
The marketing
distributing
I had 18 cents
That said I can do this
And so I probably will
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC
Maybe it was mountains
Instead we drank our way to something
Of bravado
Feats of intoxication
And instafame
Telling stories we’d lived
We thought they couldn’t be lived again
And so we stepped into our late 20’s
Hearing mirroring stories form our
Middle aged colleagues
When I stepped into a poetry class
I thought I had an edge
That i’d lived
That the love I’d lost was real enough
To be worth something
This was before Bukowski,
McCourt, Hamill
I have nothing unique to say
But still I say it
Because it finds its way out
Eventually
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
for all the plans you’ve made
but have never found the time
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC