Another Night Here Yelling in the Hallway Can’t make all the words Never can when they are drunk A knife was involved And a chain of some sort Cops come They are pleading their cases Pleading their sides Cops patiently listening He pulled knife on me She’s a ***** Sir please calm down He’s a drunk He stole my chain Now I get the picture I’m peeking out I’m a peeker Goes on for a bit Ma’am Did he hit you He pulled a knife I was cutting something Sir did you pull a knife on her No He threatened me Did you threaten her I threatened to throw her out It’s his place When this is figured out things calm down Cops leave She stays She just wanted to be heard She just wanted to be loved He just wanted to be left alone Don’t we all. Don’t we all.
She reached out out of the blue one day. I was pleasantly surprised. Much time had passed passed since the past. We made small talk talk of our lives. Things we had been through Then she said I should post more recent photos. Photos of how I look now. She caught me off guard Most are very recent recent in terms of how I look. So, I told her. She almost seemed mad. Mad that I didn’t look worse worse from the wear and tear. And after a few more digs digs at me I remembered why we stopped stopped all those years ago. I used to put up with more than I will now. Now I try to do whats good for me. When you are hard on yourself It shows. Shows to the world. Some people can take more of a beating than others. Others are more fragile. Which type I am I don’t know. So I erred Erred on the side of Caution. And said my goodbye. Goodbye to her once more.
I saw a seagull today with a broken wing. He was walking down Bleecker Street. I never saw a bird move so fast on his feet. He was really haulin’ ***. I smiled to myself. And I swear he looked right at me and smiled back. It made me realize Sometimes, you just have to make the best out of what you’ve got.
Will Rogers used to say he never met a man he didn’t like. I admire people like him. But I’m not one of them. I meet people I don’t like every day. It just happens.
Little Grudges, my friend Sal used to say. “You have a lot of little grudges.”
My neighbor for example, banging the trash can lids Outside my window Two in the morning Not that it woke me up But I get up to look Peek down there Naturally nosey person that I am And he’s pushing pushing What in hell is he pushing at that hour?
So, Will Rogers I am not. I probably wouldn’t have liked him either.
The Captain once told me You can have freedom of the mind But sometimes it costs you “freedom of the body.”
I did not quite get it at first. Then I realized, When you want true freedom of the mind And to do all those things you want Either you trade your health or your liberty. Or worse yet, you trade your mind in your search for its freedom.
Once in a while you get away with things. I got away with a lot. But not all of it. There were definite costs. Imposed on me by those who are themselves trapped by their own stuff So they resent freedom in others when they see it.
The chains of guilt weigh heaviest of all On the mind that thinks it’s just a body, I knew better. I wouldn’t tap out.
Certain people in life leave strong impressions on us, By their sayings we agree with or positions we abhor. When these people are no longer around, their marks make themselves known in various ways.
You are in my thoughts often. You were quite the square peg. I think back to the odd ways you did things. A True Rebel. But not a rebel just for the sake of it Nor in order to receive the attention society pays to such people A rebel because you make up your own mind on things.
"Never be afraid to change your mind," you used to say. That stuck with me. So although you are not here with me, You are never truly gone.
For a while you said I was the one for you. But You Took Your Own Advice And Changed Your Mind And in the now, I am ok with that.
I think we stayed at every good hotel in the West. Big suites Hot tubs Room service We were really living the good life. Nothing like a little drug money to help you indulge in the finer things. "Easy come Easy go" Only people who have never sold drugs can say that. Easy.......Yeah, Right. Dealing with whackos Getting robbed at gunpoint Driving across the country with enough weight to get you Life in Prison. Stressful. Very stressful. So we'd stay in Fancy Resorts. Knowing one day it would all end May as well enjoy it while you can Because eventually you get caught And if you make it out alive, all you have are the memories. Like that time we were staying at the Royal Palms Next to the former President's family. Getting up from the pool, smoking crystal behind the cactus While the former first lady swam laps. She still looked pretty good in a bathing suit. Old gal.
Friend. I went by your old place on West 26th Street Your name was no longer on the buzzer. I pushed it anyway. When an Asian woman answered I knew you were gone. Nobody coming out of the building seemed to remember you Just goes to show.
I went by the old diner at which we used to eat Same handwritten signs, same menus Same old tables. But no you.
I found it strange that the waitress remembered me but couldn't remember The guy who'd been going there for decades. Maybe I should have brought a photo To spark her memory Maybe I should have reached out to you, Bitten the bullet and swallowed my pride Because now the fight seems trivial Its the rest of the stuff that seems important,
All the good stuff we shared.
People used to sew patches on old jeans and put new soles on favorite shoes. Modern life has changed. We throw things out and buy new. But some things are irreplaceable. They are worth the effort a repair would require. Friend. My friend.