It was around four in the morning
Death tapped at the window,
"What do you want!?"  "It's well past three you already know this."
there was no reply which there is never a reply
from Death.
I grabbed a cigarette from my bag
a beer from the fridge
and all the thoughts from my head,
I headed to the backyard
turned the porch light on
and there sat Death
I took a seat across from her
face pitch black.
"What do you want *****?"  "You got nothing better to do but to wake my *** up?!"  "Dip ****, I could still be having some pretty good wet dreams if it wasn't for your *******."
I lit my cigarette and opened my beer, Death stared and I stared right back.
"You have this confidence about you, only if you had a voice your character would have so much more personality."
Death stared
as I blew cigarette smoke into
her empty black face,
Cali came and sat beside me
I took a big swill of my beer
"So Death are we ever going to have a meaningful visit or do you really just have nothing better to do because you are getting boring baby."
at that very instant Death rose and her ***** wings ripped from behind her
piercing through her black robe
and with a beautiful jump she flew away like a swan.
"I'll see you later, baby."
as I finished my cigarette I couldn't help but wonder about next time.
"Shane, who are you talking to?"
and just like Death
there was no reply.  -Shane Book

in the waiting room I sit
across the way two older Oriental women stare,
walkers beside them
firm,
to their left sits a man of many years,
hairs white and gray
old,
he sits patiently with his eyes closed
peacefully
harmonious,
to my right sits a man with one leg reading the news paper
glasses magnify his eyes
farsightedness,
family's, kids coming in and out.
I sit there in agony like the last beer in a box,
"ARGH!"
I feel a great void in this provocative and exasperating freak show, buffoons all around me.
my experiences in Doctors offices and Hospitals have always been dim and unpleasant after seeing what my Grandmother went through, a light at the end of the tunnel. I feel like one day I might come into this hell hole and never walk out. I fear a Hospital room more then many things, unpredictable. I live my life on my own terms and I will die on my own terms. To die in a hospital bed, that's misery.
I then snap out of this brooded thought,
"For Shane."
sigh, then I walk through the door.
charientism. -Shane Book

When I fell from earth I wasn't quite sure where I landed other than hell.  -Shane Book

the baby shower was tomorrow
the beers were packed,
I was off to LA and the contingency was dancing with some kind of ecstatic zoetic
energy,
In an hour time I will be at UCLA
Bruin territory
possibly drunk
possibly stumbling
picking up a friend,
cheers,
to be in Los Angeles again
the timing was
rite,
the reunion was perfect. -Shane Book

The storm grew furious and Valenteen found himself trapped in the eye of the storm, struggling with the wheel cigar clinched in teeth.  He was ready to meet his maker with his dog bandit by his side.  His boat (A Little Nauti) tossed and turned while waves crashed repeatedly and bombarded the deck.  Valenteen took his hands off the wheel and removed his life jacket to strap to bandit "I don't need this ******* thing where I'm going."  As he took his pint of bourbon out from his back pocket he spit his cigar out to the pits of the sea.  Valenteen took his last stand and looked up at that fifty foot wall of high water.  He took a guzzle from his pint and then with a roar "******* Lord!" as the wall finally broke and crashed.  That was the last of Valnteen Vincent, Bandit survived and was picked up from a crew on a cargo ship (El Faro) just off the coast of the Bermuda.  Bandit now travels with them.  -Shane Book

If it be my dying day
let it be the pen
not the sword
that cuts through my heart
tears through my soul
and closes every door of pain
that I have left open,
If it be the bullet that enters my brain
let it exterminate every bit of sorrow I've dragged around in existence
and turn it to dust,
if it be Zeus's sick sense of humor to spite me with a lightning bolt
the ******* better do it with pleasure,
if it be a train that falls from the sky
and smashes me to pieces
It better smash everything but my wallet.
It'd be hard to ID me.  -Shane Book

If I die today or pass away tomorrow
forever my heart remains hollow
will God forgive me even though I didn't follow
release me from this game
release me from my sorrows.  -Shane Book