I'd love to see you light another lucky.
Pull another snort.
Show me how to worm a hook
I'd love to see you show me how to make a life preserver from your pants
If you ever hit a depth charge, like they taught you in the navy in Korea.
I wish you could show me how to make a human slingshot out of car springs. Again.
I miss hearing the horn on your old ford.
Mostly the "Dixie" one.
It let me know you were pulling up.
I love how you always supported me.
I love how you never gave up on me.
You were the only person that made me feel like the most important person in the whole world, even when that wasn't your job.
You're always with me. Always.
But I sho wish we could talk right now.
You'd be proud to see what an influence you are.
Lucky Strikes, Wild Turkey, curse words and all.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
You lie there on your side.
Slightly out of breath.
Your face is propped up on your hand.
A slight smile is on your face,
The remnant Of some dumb joke
I've told.
I love to make you smile
I lie opposite you.
A perfect mirror of you.
I reach out and sloooowly,
(Almost imperceptibly)
I trace one finger along the enticing, promising curve of your hip.
Letting it trail up your skin,
Soft as a babies breath.
You close your eyes and shiver (Almost imperceptibly)...
Your breathing hitches
(Almost imperceptibly), but I catch it.
You roll onto your back
Making my fingers trail fleetingly across the curve of your perfectly proportioned hip
And across your silky belly
Where they come to rest
Looking into my eyes
You take my hand
And lead me...
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 11:21 PM UTC
Wiry cowpokes rub
Crusty dusty eyes, but not
'Fore they rub their horse
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
T minus minus 40 cents
This rocket fuel runs hot
Like blasting ****** through your veins
Its worth its worth a shot
I did i did a 40 shot
It rung my ******* bell
It ****** it ****** me up so bad
I lost my sense of smell
My eyes are twitching outta sync
My guts my guts are clenched
I think five oh is on the porch
I hope we dont get lynched
Im absent, gone, in outer space
I wrecked my rusty rocket
I know tho know tho how **** go tho
2 spares are in my pocket
I'll take one and I'll take one
I'll stay in tight formation
And pick up pick up dime line hoes
From down in Choctaw Nation
My back my back aches constantly
From breaking rocks, I guess
I swear I swear one day one day
I'll settle down, do less
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
Golden olive arab eyes
Gods only know that look belies
Raw emotions there residing
A force, to rival time or tide
Or maybe just a passing thought of passion from ago
Anadulterated love or hate
Her capacity for each, so great
Mercurial, maternal journal
Of passing days with eyes alit
On fire, in frenzy, champs at bit
Or maybe she'll just dance
Or sing a song, puff on her ****
Shes fine as **** in nets or thong
But classy, unlike wiry roughnecks
Trying to tag along
My goddess of the cradle,
She'll send me to my grave
From hair breaths,
A hairs breadth before I drown in satin
Her love shines through like bright white linen,
She lights me up
In prayers, in sinnin
Frantically, she gives her all
She spends herself
Heeds every call
For help they ask and ask and take
Dont tell her that love conquers all
She knows thats ****
And shes no doll of fragile porcelain,
She'll fall and bounce right back but better
Howd i ******* go and get her
To fall for me, cause im no catch
A schlub from that ol black gold patch
An angel, just like Lucifer
Was, upon a time
She sees in me what I can't see
And when those eyes are cast on me
I wither like the ashes of burnt paper
Or my life
I hope some day she'll let me (if i were her, i wouldnt, bet me)
Make my queen my love-ed wife
...
J Nc 12-31-19
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
Love to you that love me
Love to you that hate me
Love to you that lift me up
Woe to you that underrate me
It's not my job to let you know
It's yours to pay attention
And sure as **** I'll let you go
For slowing my ascension
So climb with me, I'll help you up
And we won't climb alone
Or drag me down, I'll use your head
As a ******* stepping stone
-J NC
9-16
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, ***** you knew I was a snake."
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Say you hate me
Say you love me
Say you wanna ****
Say you don't give a ****
But say
Something.
Anything at all.
I shouldn't have to wonder.
I shouldn't have to guess
The tarot cards and ouija board
Are useless for this ****
But don't think I didn't give them a whirl, anyway
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass—
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen; then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its ****
-Stephen Dobyns
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
Cast that spinner bait
The emerald bass tail walks
Til I reel her in
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC