The bathroom is becoming
the Twenty-First-Century phone booth.
In a Public Park, two bathrooms
where you can drop a deuce in
somewhat of a private state.
Both doors are locked, In use.
I can hear a voice from inside,
someone is talking on their cell.
I knock loudly, forcefully, on the door.
The response: "Busy".
I need to go, I know I can't hold out too much longer.
So I hit the trail to walk across the railroad tracks,
booting-it-up a downtown street...
relief is coming, relief is coming, sweet n sour relief.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:01 PM UTC
My eyes are always red,
People ask if I'm smoking ***
I look them in the eye, and tell them.
I am allergic to my roommate
People say 'oh'. I tell them 'yea',
She's a nineteen-year-old calico,
By the name of BeBe.
She was my ex-wife's....
I guess you could say she was gifted to me.
The cat's name was originally Serenity, although
She was anything but serene...
So I renamed her BeBe, that way
When I talk to her, I call out, BeBe!
If there is anyone within ear-shot,
They hear a muffled 'baby, baby, come on girl'.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
Don't talk about drawing a line you just do it
In your right mind you don't step in dog s h i t
You don't cross any lines collect any fines
You let them do what they seem fit
I'm broke down flat living off my pawns
Scramble every months-end breaking the bank
Scrambling over 20% the credit card tanks
When will Jesus come to cut all bonds
To hold the spirit I left my mind
The edge of ego became the boundary line
That conflict it made me cry
Still I've never seen such a thing as an ugly sky
If I had a lover 'cause I didn't want you
And you had a boyfriend 'cause you didn't want me
It would make no difference I'd be stuck like glue
You'd need more than a crowbar to set me free
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to think
It's enough to pinch my nose
And down another drink
I feel ambivalent looking toward the door
I don't want to hear it don't want to hear anymore
It's long past listening it's past anything more
All I want is some silence maybe even the score
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 2:27 AM UTC
Who would choose to live this way?
Only an artist or a b u m.
For me it's a fine line, which was I? Artist? B u m??
Perhaps a little of both.
My bad habits, they are many, any kind of drug
that I could afford, I would take.
These days, I groove to the tune,
I Just Want To Be Sedated
My romantic life is non-existent,
I want just a hug, a small touch, to feel somewhat human.
Hopeless, I feel hopeless. There seems to be no escape.
I can't trust anyone, yet I have to, or I get dick-all.
I play blues on the street corner. Oh yes, I have got the blues.
People look my way, listen, throw some coin, a few bills drop.
My calculating mind calculates the cost of a bottle of wine
Soon, I am moved along, storefronts are monitored ,
shop owners grumble as I stand and plead my case,
then close my case and count the money later.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 9:03 AM UTC
'you know what to do'
You're ****** if you don't ****** if you do
I don't want to be owned like a slave
Told what to think told how to behave
I tell you what while I do the prep-work
You stand at the door and keep-six
I'll put a match to the spoon and cook us up another fix
Waiting for mister-green is like having an extra hole in my head
Some days living in this world feels like I'd be better off dead
You loose those lions in the coliseum's ring
But it's not over until you hear the fat-lady-sing
'one-two you know what to do'
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC
They say
There is nothing new
Under the sun
But if you look closely
You can see what's here today
Is standing in the shadow
Of yesterday
There's a train
Whistle blowing
Everybody's knowing
The end of times are near
Somebody has got to move over
And let someone else steer
You can hold me in the
Hands of so called poverty
Being a firm believer in
You reap what you sow
I don't cheat myself thinking
'What the hell' nobody will know'
There is no magic hounding
At the end of a train wreck
There is no creed no cult no sect
But then again what should one expect
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
What they say
You know it's not what ever works
It's what works the best
Take what you need and leave the rest
Just do the doo
And forget about the perks
Trust in God and put it to the test
Wait now, ain't that a sin
Go to town go berserk
Don't stop now
You're just getting started
The Red Sea has been parted
Walk on over to the other side
Put the music back on and make it funky
Rainy days are gone it's time to carry on
Burst through those clouds and hang a left
Keep on keeping on to your last breath.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 2:01 PM UTC
I will be right here putting all my eggs into one basket.
Sweeping sentences into the corners of my cranium.
Shaking cobwebs free to feather along some light breeze.
Past ancient ruined relationships, gone, sunken under open water.
The proverbial boat, without the paddle, rocks left, rocks right.
In mind, there is no turning back, perhaps just spin, one arm broken.
You worked so hard for what you got, welcome to all your stuff.
Let us go for a stumble, spilling beers down the front of our shirts.
I will skip across the waves like a flat stone to meet my burial at sea.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 11:00 PM UTC
Then bitterness
Packed its suitcase
And its icy heart melted
As it flew south into the hot sun
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC