I see you drivin'
'round town with the girl I love
and I'm like haiku
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
Gaslights, headlights; broken down shoes
Passing by winos who've been sniffing on glue
Pulled into the city about a minute ago
I thought's I'd get some sunshine but all I see is snow
It's dusting the Earth to the color of a Lily
People staring at my shoes, I know they look silly
If I had half a muscle I wouldn't whip their ***
My sisters won all the fights we had in the past
Oh God
Oh Lord
Oh Devil
Oh No
I told my Mawma I'd be home by 8
But now I'm 33 and that's way too late
She'll still be smiling when I get there
But I'm sure I'm gonna catch Hell from the Mayor
'Cause I smuggled some numbers out of the last state
Then I ran through a red light and they photographed my plates
I had a girl tell me that she was obsessed
Even though all I did was get drunk and depressed
So I tried to love her but she made it hard
'Had the nerve to ***** me out while I was working in her yard
She said "You're too much to handle, how'd you get so drunk?"
So I packed up my **** and I threw it in the trunk
Five minutes later I was out of there
But I still work up at 7 choking on her hair
Oh God
Oh Lord
Oh Devil
Oh No
Each day is different but they're just alike
I sit around waiting for that certain time of night
When I can sip my suds and try to go to sleep
So I can dream about a day when I won't have to think
About God
About the Lord
About the Devil or
About my Soul...
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
Couldn't find her in the States
US or those I was in
From Maine up to Mania
From Hypo down to Sin
I scoured the Vol State
She wasn't even there
Remember the one I spoke of
I was choking on her hair
So I tramped out to Texas
Sandbags were all I found
Drove up to Collyrado
Crusted Butte, Drunk Unsound
The wrong color Orange caught me
Where the Gators turn blue
Didn't make No ****** sense
So I left abused without truth
Up to recovery
From the Damage that I've done
I lost my fears in Knoxville
Even though I still have some
Couldn't find her in the Ivy League
Nor at Oxford, UK
Caught my Baby down in Nashville
She has the Stones to Swing away
Pyreneaic granite told me
That French was the Langue
Even though I speak Spanish and Italian
I think I've found the true Romantic tongue
**** what a woman
What a spirit indeed
I'm gonna shed my last coat
Forever cause she's my Queen
I found my higher power
Linguistics it used to be
I might drop off this continent
Because Saving's what I need
Chirping like a som'bitch
Is that Aviary Queen
of my globe/world/universe
My Archaeoloverix, Baby
Kisses Hugs Baby Bird
i can hear her coo at me
I'm gonna quit my scribbling
And call her heart to me
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
I clutch Her like a Clutch purse
I make Her cling to me
She tells me when She holds me
She likes it when I sing
my Robin my Baby Bird
hope You'll keep lettin' me a sing
We go out to the jam spot
talking Bird's and B's
i'm not certain if i'm certain yet
one day I hope to be
"I have no ambition"
said a man close to me
when He was asking my Mawm a question
that led straight to my dreams
Oh Robin, Oh baby Bird
Oh Baby Bird sing
I'll plany my Heart next to yours
if You'll hold my hand and sing
I clutch Her like a Clutch purse
I like to hear her breathe
Talk about a Fresh Mint
Jesus, you should hear Her sing
I once was a Raven man
I even Mockingbirded I think
I never was a Cardinal fan
I read Buzzards wake at ease
Nah, I like my Robin's song
She's the Bird I need
Oh Robin come to my nest
We'll be Night Owls
Not song Fowls
Let's stay up late and Sing
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Came across her she's a crossfire
my head came screaming to a halt
Raced over to the wall phone
So I could run and rush the start
started thumping like a kick drum
Began a breathin' rhythm rush
Oh lord please make me smart
How do I keep that gal around
Enough with the pretense
I'm finished with those roles
My frown turned into smiles
Oh casting director please give me this part
Went walking out the back door
Rifled through my backpack
Smoke racing though my lungs
I'm gonna have a cardiac
"Nurse, please get me a Nurse"
Be Still, My Heart
Please don't let her know
I'm nothing, she's a work of Art
Oh ****** Oh Me
Coach called up the best
Oh Golly Oh Gee
There's thunder down the train tracks
Wish we were wading down the stream
Instead this boy's a *******
Can't tell if he's drunk or in a dream
Did you hear her brilliance?
****** hell yes I did
Don't pull any punches boy
Don't pull that **** again
Lost all my paychecks
When I lost my mind and head
It seems like I lose myself
Even though I've found a payoff
That I'd like to never spend
She's a swing-dancing genius
She's a beauty to behold
She called me a smart man
Even though I feel like a five year old
Check bouncing boy *******
Checked his Ego at the door
Even though he found himself asleep
On the bathroom floor
Can't tell if I need a head shrink
Nah, It's something much worse
Someone put me to sleep
So I can carry off that nurse
My brain's drag racing
Across these lines over this page
Once again Boy *******
Has his head rattling in a cage
Be Still, My Heart
Don't let me ***** this up
Way before this even starts
Oh Me, oh My
I think I've hit the jackpot
But my mind's a Pecan Pie
Be Still, My Heart
Please don't tell her
that She's caused a burning heart
I'll wake up tomorrow
I'll call her first thing
Even though She'll be sleeping
I'll leave a message for the future
To the woman of my dreams
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
As Bukowski said,
It began as a mistake
As I said, good call
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
jeudi, venus last
lago florentine porch shredded
from balcony of vestigial vista to plutonian shore
not of usual laconic luster
nor perennial, token blue sky
instead apparitions, or entities please here
abounded with vigor, though no it was sotto voce
machete was as is wet eh, cam--
bowie's older cousin to poorly kept hedge
emitted from the formerly symbiotic fence
as when Ozmandias took the Ra's blade;
through a gold medal and into the jugular
the echo of a dropped coin evolved brutal, hear
into the veins of those arms; severed
were my once impending solitudes,
my eyes
shifted quickly towards binoculars
only to find a wake of buzzards
where once only solemnic eagles balded
the paradox of heraldry diurnal yet carrionic
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC