David boyer

David boyer Jul 2018

I step out into the cold night,
the town creeks under a blanket of Fahrenheit diamond.
the smoke from my cigarillo wraps around my face,
pleasing the senses with the aroma of tobacco
and wood stoves glowing in the January night.
an ally cat passes in to the night,
I sip from a bottle cognac, as it coats my tongue and warms a breath.
the sound of jazz drifts in the air, leaning against a street light,
waiting for the 2 am freight, and a hi ball ride out west.
bags packed light and foolish, a whistle blows, snow set in.
I hop my car and head in to the darkness
to see new places.not knowing where I'm bound

David boyer Jul 2018

I don’t mind

There are freaks in my mind
There are mountains of **** in my mind
There are memories of past lovers in my mind alcoholics in my mind hot ***!
****** up drugs, dizzying drink in my mind
There is an ocean of ink a deserts of Canvas in my mind
Painting on the floor and poems in corners, unread books on shelves in my mind
There are dark alleys, unforgivable crimes of passion, and gutters with freaks sleeping in them
There are dark corners with fear, paranoia, and depression in them
There are pipes that by drain memories into my stomach and make me sick
There’s a poet screaming obscenities
There’s is an artist painting to feed the paranoia
There are friends of the past haunting my dreams
There are days the meds keep them at bay
But most days I am to paralyze to scream I suffer in silence
There is beauty in my mind

David boyer Jul 2018

West bound

West bound
kroooaaooo  kroooaaooo!
I stand at the door of an old Santa Fe car, snow falls silent,  dusting everything in visual sense, the better January air bites my cheeks ,as two hundred tons of steel push through the night.

kroooaaooo kroooaaooo!

One by one. The orange glow slumbering towns, passes  by
A Hudson rambles ,down the blacktop towards the crossings

kroooaaooo kroooaaooo!

I retrieve my zippo ,and light my cigar and melancholy ,takes over
The sun peeks over the horizon ,reflecting like a billion diamonds nestled in the snowy Fields.

kroooaaooo kroooaaooo!

I daydream of a diner with black coffee, cold marble counters eggs and bacon.
I daydream of a  cheap room ,with a soft bed to rest my aching mind
A gleeful sleep.
kroooaaooo kroooaaooo!

The whistle blows  Kroooaaooo ,leaving the sole evidence that we were there we push down the steel trail ,into the pale dawn with Miles.

Kroooaaooo!

Miles and miles with no sleep,
I miss Octobers copper air,                                                                                                Old honest me,
I seek to find.
A full October moon,
A warm wind,
autumn leaves,
The sound of silence ,in All its distractions.

kroooaaooo!

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