#brawl
in a brief moment of silence
between the laughter and the violence
before my face was caught in brawl
after i said what i should not
right in the moment of misfortune
when i briefly felt tortured
right as i felt i was a ********
and then i collapsed down on my ***
in that moment of regret
why did i say what i have said
i should have thought about it first
and now my face got stamped with fists
but i guess we learn from our mistakes
attackers getting dragged away
im being asked if im okay
of course i am, it aint my first fist-crash
i shake it off and start acting like a ****** afresh
though his reaction was rather spastic
guess thats what i get for being actively sarcastic
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
Chameleon eyebrows
Eat my heart out
Chain link membranes
Focus hard
Hear my hands
Dial my burdens
Entropy and terror
Alone never
Focus hard
Soon it's forever
Let me heal
I've got plenty of dying to do later
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Uneven
on dawn
grown
Raw
brawl
while
Stung
plunge
another one
run
limit
each beat
no winning
defeat.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Have you seen my thoughts?
They’ve gone missing
I think they ran away last night
After Should and Could were impolite
After Want and Need had a gunfight
After Love and Indifference lit dynamite
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
I've let her tears rain down
To the point that I think
I'm gonna drown
they cover my chest
straight down to the ground
and I don't think I can make it.
They have filled the cracks
and rushed the halls
destroyed racks, tables, curtains and all.
and all for what?
Because our hearts would never stop
the continuous brawl
and sorry is buried deep beneath
this ridiculous free fall.
Stop the tears
before you fill my lungs
and choke me to death.
Life has differences
and they are the causes
of our loves last breath.
I still love just a little doubt.
Like a deserts well during a drought.
I will be filled again.
So just Absorb me
in your house of tears
and let me hang by the ear
in the basement with my fears and troubles.
Until it collapses and we are left beneath
the rubbles masses.
Trying to breathe for air
hoping that someday
we would actually care.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
“Old-man” Cody,
Four years my elder,
And five younger than his mistress,
Makes his way before me,
The only, “known,” and only near.
He dips, trips and spits his way
Into the night and plight
Of my only company,
“Alone,”
And I’m happy with just that,
“Alone.”
We met four years, 22 days
And some-odd hours ago,
Culminated, a Hidalgo County jail,
2,200 miles and some odd feet
Away,
From here that is.
He was of origin, my home,
The when and
Where I was ten years prior –
Juxtaposed, the dusty Stockton shipyard,
Only minutes prior, “now.”
He laughed then
And laughs again
At our, “backwater,” roots
As he longed for the tumbleweed,
But I don’t and won’t
When we’d brawled after something
Mumbled, and congruent, “mother,”
Words tangled with knuckles in cheek,
If only syllables, that spew, drip,
And crawl from his mouth –
Unwanted, anomalous, and
As desirable as a spastic colon.
Coming back to the tumbleweed,
I’ll never forget how, “that,” night,
Our very first encounter had ended -
My face, in between his boot
And that wretched brush;
The scratching and the bleeding,
A creation, making me
The modern scarecrow of sorts;
Pinned and echoing something similar to –
“Uncle!” as my mouth failed to render,
But my body’d spoke more than enough,
And into the dark behind my eyes
I’d leave.
Tonight’d be different though.
Sure, this, “newest,” moment ended,
But an older one began again –
As we came “home,” to iron bars,
Blistered wrists, and guards playing “gods”
With two of the town’s poorest drunks;
One a writer with broken lip,
The other a’bleeding,
Both scarlet and pride, two ol’ boys,
Conjoined in only numb,
Courtesy the 5 o’clock whiskey,
With a chaser, my victory,
And the sweetest I’d ever had.
Luckily, Cody had a warrant,
A bonus prize of sorts, as I’d be rewarded,
A darker cell somewhere and away for him,
Leaving me fortunate and leaving slumber
To take what was rightfully hers, Me.
Yeah, I slept and slept with the wines of
Buttress parallel justified atop lip,
Despite – the desperation, my brothers in
Adjacent containment,
And deafening “roll-calls.”
In between the snores of those
That’d nowhere else to go,
Myself included, I tucked in,
Still smirking within this starless night,
And whispered, “goodnight Cody,
You took me last time,
But I’d had your *** this round.
Good night,
Good night,”
And, “goodnight,” again.
He was my, "Finnegan," (bit of a Star Trek reference). Every time I bumped into this prankster (like clockwork, regardless location), we'd always drink and we'd always brawl. I hated him. I loved him. He was my friend. He was my enemy. I ought add, "sweet dreams Cody," as he slept some years ago and never woke up - he was driving. Bad call.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
Better days were in the past
For the bar and all inside
Windows broke and lights burned out
The bar had long since died
Carpets gone and floors all worn
Scorch marks on the wall
Smells of stale beer in the air
the bar had it's last call
Welcome to the Stagger Inn
Good Food and Cold Beer Too
Live bands every single night
And it's air conditioned too
Welcome to the Stagger Inn
A bar befits it's name
We'll take you the way you are
And we're mighty glad you came
The stage was now an eyesore
As was most of what was here
Way back in the corner
Sat a woman with her beer
Hair was streaked with boot black
From a time, who knows when
The bar was dead or dying
As were most in this old den
A few nights folks would still come here
To see the towns old jewel
What once was gold and glistened
Now was just no longer cool
The lady way back in the corner
Hadn't danced since eighty three
Ten times a night she'd go and
Play the jukebox tune 5B
A song about the devil
calling him silver tongued was her pick
She'd hit the worn out buttons
While giving her chapped lips a lick
Sitting in the back and nursing
A beer as dead as the bar
On a steady diet of Winstons
That had made her voice as thick as tar
Welcome to the Stagger Inn
Good Food and Cold Beer Too
Live bands every single night
And it's air conditioned too
Welcome to the Stagger Inn
A bar befits it's name
We'll take you the way you are
And we're mighty glad you came
Maybe fifteen people came here
When the other places were full
You could see the worn out tiles
Where there once was a mechanical bull
Trends were never big here
Though they tried a few to survive
The bar was dead and dying
Housing folks who now were barely alive
The last band that they had here
Was a cover group from down in NC
They didn't last the evening
Getting out done by old 5B
The woman in the corner
With the boot black streak of wild
closed her eyes and listened
To the memories she had compiled
If you ever choose to come here
I don't think you'll stay long
But, I know you'll hear a singer
Talk of the devil in that 5B song
The door is always open
At the dead and dying Stagger Inn
A place that still lives through the ages
And the folks remembering what might have been
Welcome to the Stagger Inn
Good Food and Cold Beer Too
Live bands every single night
And it's air conditioned too
Welcome to the Stagger Inn
A bar befits it's name
We'll take you the way you are
And we're mighty glad you came
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC