"gonzo" poems
every poem gets the exact number
of reads it deserves
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nah, I don't think that for
a millisecond,
shoot,
not a ****** nanosecond (1)
truthfully
I'm torn up inside
and my thinking
absolutely
could be wrong
or could be right
absolutely
just like the optionality
of believing in god;
has to be some force
of intelligence that
could create such
microscopic complexity randomly
or just thinking the world
is just a series of accidentally
interactions
so
who's to say what's good,
what's not so good,
and by what standard
one should judge
Is this a poem?
Heck if I know
and what sbout the poems that
get not a one,
a single one, absence of curiosity,
an unheralded execution.
death by silent ignorance,
a master's mastery of exactitude
all because
just because
Is that a collective decision
by an unconscious collective,
the best moderne equivalent of
the unmarked death
of just a single one of
your billions of brain cells (2)(3)
all I know is
that my confusion is confirmed
my constancy is inconsistent
my equatorial balance is
gonzo, dragging me down,
each division wants to piece me up,
and today,
right now
got no answers
at all
how do I define myself?
what categories do I fit
within?
and yet
that answers one question!
**do not write interrogatory inquisitions
at 1:15 am
(unless you're a DUMB lucky *******
who believes they got
answers**)
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
You, saying love
You, shaman's road
You, a bird
You, a yellow sun
You, Emperor
You, lovely door
You, my Walt Whitman
You, Neal
You, Sal Paradise
You, Pancho Villa
You, La Revolución Mexicana
You, navajo
You, the border
You, the river
You, chicana
You, Mafia
You, redemption
You, poetry
You, Salvador Dalí
You, Picasso
You, stereo
You, love
You, ***
You, youth
You, America
You, América
You, español
You, english
You, country side
You, cat
You, fire
You, books
You, E. E. Cummings
You, Bukowski
You, Octavio Paz
You, Coca-Cola
You, Coke
You, India
You, Mississippi
You, jazz
You, Miles
You, Davis
You, water
You, rain
You, lagoon
You, chest
You, car
You, road
You, reading
You, lines
You, Paris
You, Baudelaire
You, Poe
You, japanese
You, katana
You, Mishima
You, gun
You, rifle
You, cam
You, can
You, can't
You, Durango
You, Arizona
You, desert
You, gonzo
You, mezcal
You, alcohol
You, drive
You, crush
You, alive
You, again
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
if i could pay you in poetry
would you prefer
fiery and feisty
loving and longing
crazy and crafty
scentual and sightful
playful and pranking
guru and gonzo
singing and songing
listening and lightness
softing and sensual
tender and tinder
laughter and limitless
insight and winsight
tell me,
what poetry would you
put in your bank?
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
In my office me and Gonzo waited speaking on deep issues
with no true meaning as usual.
Bastardo's heart had been broken for Drew had left him a beaten and
love bitten luchador slash attorney.
Senior Gonzo speaking endlessly to the hat rack had reminded me why
I never dropped acid anymore.
Poor gonzo had just been served with divorce papers to which
his only response was ****** amigo i never knew i was married.
As his attorney i belived a trip to mexico was outta the question for i had just got back do to some well a misunderstanding its legal
jargin you couldnt possibly understand.
His deadline was near and without my solid advise this man wouldnt be able to pull it off so being we had been in the bar for more than
eight hours we decided to make a exit through the mens room window.
Front doors are over rated.
In my legal office slash camper hey eveyone starts somewhere
okay.
I was reminded of my loved hellcat Drew
she had left many items here a satanic bible her boil cream.
how I did mis rubbing her webbed toes.
How was i to work Gonzo was a mess hidding under the table
so the ginger bread people couldnt find him
and return him to there bitter talentless leader
Kate Perry i swear if you stab me one more time senior gonzo
with that fork in my maracas im going to get medevile on your ***
Oh how i missed my tag team partner drew.
i should never have introduced her el man donkey who
resist such a uhh personallity.
But now here I sit with a madman under my table tripping his
***** off insisting I contact Simon Cowell to inform him
man tities are so yesterday.
If only I had gotten the Lindsy Lohan case I would finally have gotten my brake or maybe just a std.
Oh well theres always hope Mel Gibson will need me.
The road warrior was a true classico and he seemed so well
balanced compared to my reallity challenged cilent.
Remember kids if ever you have a chance to trip with senior Gonzo
its probaly best you hide all sharp objects.
adios Bastardo
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
Must be slightly crazy and have the marbles to fill the spot of
a semi sobber madman called Gonzo.
Must be good at starting **** and keeping people laughing.
Most be mildly atractive and really good looking
with the lights off with a buzz.
Must be willing to comment on poems and say cheers.
must be able to pass out behind a bar and write misspelled gems on bar napkins
And most of all to be the one to make people forget
there problems for awhile and share the spirts of wild turkey
can you replace Gonzo?
If your crazy enough to try
Then step right up and reply.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 8:19 PM UTC
It's holidays hamsters haven't you herd.
From all that annoying *** music and commercials done by sellout artist
trying to be cool word.
I myself would rather spend this month in a holiday coma.
Buy some cheap hookers some good whiskey and run over a black Friday crowd
in a stolen Sonoma .
It's give me give me and that's just from dad.
He'll break the bank and mommy will give him something the other
night his brother already had.
Maybe I should plant a minefield upon my lawn.
To ward off carolers who only make me yawn.
I'll poison my cookies and sit back and wait.
Rob the old fat man and take Miss Santa out on a much deserved date.
Make your list and he will check twice.
After I blow his *** to pieces it really wont matter if your naughty or nice.
The holidays are a time for people to act insane over **** they do not need.
There addicts of want the stores are nothing more than dealers
selling coke crank and ****
Maybe you love the lights and the holiday rush with the family and all.
Well you can eat **** and jingle my ball.
I hope to stay on the naughty list as long as I'm alive.
Sincerely from Gonzo.
Shut the **** up and stop acting worse than a child who's five.
Don't send me a card cause I wont reply.
Here's your present it's a bomb now please die.
I hate the holidays call me a Grinch if you like.
**** you Santa all I asked for was a brick of ******* ,ten cases of whiskey, a key to the ******* mansion , a lifetime pass to the chicken ranch , A million dollars in unmarked bills ,
My neighbors dead ,And Harley Davison Motor bike.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
The hp deathstar had all but sqaushed are rebellion.
And the pub falcon was being looked for parked in front of everycyber bar across the net so it really ****** cause capt Gonzo
was really thirsty.
We had taken refuge on endor for awhile untill
thoose fury bastards got pissed over a simple misunderstanding
they sure were some horney little teddy bears .
In thinking over were to hide there was mention
of eurainus to which I replied.
Get your mind outta the gutter man.
you just said eurainus.
Cp bathsebo and R2 Swanson said s0mething to which
I jokingly replied hush the men are talking once wasnt to smart.
Ever been kick to the grown by a steel high heel shoe
hopefully the numbness will wear off.
Master golden had taught me much
but that was many drinks ago.
How am i supposed to remember that far back
yesterday was a blur.
So **** it lets kick his *** already jack skyhorner said.
Darth Elliot was mighty the battle was hell.
I would have joined in but someone had to rob the liqour
cabinet besides Honzo Gonzo a bit of a hangover.
As the stormtroppers aproached screamed like a 13 year old girl and ran to fire up the pub falcon.
As the others said what about jack I said im sorry but he's gone
it was brutle i took out as many as could.
But Jack would want us to move on.
Just then Jack appeared and said nice scream gonz.
We blasted across the gallaxy with no direction cause ya know
how guys are about asking for directions.
Fully stocked and and reloaded so to speak.
Drath Elliot was amighty foe.
But no match for the outcast girly screaming
Capt Gonzo
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC
Soaked senses tell me
the top of the "mountain" is dry
like ice.
With a hyper-awareness
I clatter along,
with a warm coating
of ever-changing plaid
warmer than flannel-
burlap bones
wrapped in velvet veins-
and all of these observations
report to a head of fuzzy stars.
So when this stairwell
feels like a scene from the Cold War,
with its chilled chipping cinder block,
violent eruptions,
and moaning drafts-
a cause that my allies
in the self-flushing latrines
have long forgotten-
I will understand,
as they will,
and you'll just have to trust
the facts reported to you
from yours truly.
-Gonzo
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 7:26 AM UTC
Some types of blood arrest this mouth.
Yes, some types of lips breathe fire and shout.
Some types of women shuck men of their gain, then some women run hurriedly back to their beaches again.
Some people catch anons between their legs. Others swallow vespers BeSpoke by the lust that they crave. Then envelop Gonzo love on the tip of their quill, if only boiling themselves for five minutes to ensure themselves potable.
I live for the taste of rust. I sit in the second-to-last seat on the back-left side of the bus. And I greet her legs with my aching skin, touch my fingertips to my lips to prove that I’m alive to myself.
If her scent was obeyed by royalty. I’m traversing the world if only once more as I’m praying that she’ll see me. I’m praying for our faces to believe in we. And her taste is the bang that is big from the beginning of time, one twist of the fresh zest of a lime, while the years are turned back into the furnace of time. I’m craving faces and loves I once saw. I need to feel the skin tailored for the female gods. I’m certainly loud and catering forth, I turn up the pre, and force the gain and amp up. If only to be noted again, in a bed with my goddess together we’d spend, every moment together in eternity. Immortality conceived of the beasts we achieve. Trampled by the light and tortured by the sound of ourselves. Please won’t you help me to not be forgotten myself? I’m pursing my lips and shaking my hands, I’m jumping off rooftops and eating mouthfuls of sand. Is our hero here or has she she run? Help me find Britni West, my one true love. She’s in California last I had a taste. It’s only everyone else that I lay chaste. With her I’m on top of the world, I’d quaff her spit and champion her skin. There is nothing nor no one that could come between. She’s the only one that is for me, and I’m the only he she’s told me.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
I looked at the room broken bottles blood fragments of clothes.
maybe a tooth from somebody not fast are to drunk to get outta the way of a conversation turned bad.
The juke box had almost made it threw but it just had to
play that one song that caused it to become a target
for a flying cue ball.
And I herd someone speaking to the toilet I thought maybe
I wasnt that hungry after all.
As to what caused the riot slash the human tornado of fun I cannot say
But in my opinion that jukebox had it coming always playing the wrong songs at the right time no one likes a ********
And that drag queen could sure throw a mean left hook.
While looking fierce and lip sinking to madonna at the same time that my friends take true talent .
Seems as though the register had went on vacation but they
left the wild turkey and pretzels thank god happy hour was almost apon us.
And theres nothing worse than telling a proffesional drinker as myself
theres no snacks it's like tellinga kid theres no santa claus.
And that big fat guy in the red suit with his little dwarfs
were really just some of momies friends.
I always wondred why santa was so into getting the crap beat outta him
by a woman in a latex outfit calling herself mistress Claus.
Yes coffee always made things better mixed with some of my personal corn whiskey yeah grandpa may went insane and herd voices from drinking the stuff but at least he always had someone to talk to.
As I looked at the chaos that was my headquarters memories came to me in a flood the booth were I met my first wife.
that same booth were i caught her with my best friend and worst enemy and santa i swear he gets around.
So much for online dating dam you napster.
I should just stick with street walkers and circus people.
And I think after my tweenty first DUI
that it was good i never had a license to start with.
cause i really hate losing anything.
It's a shame about my mind.
So really other than this little get togather turned riot turned
love in turned back to brawl turned into
big kid slumber party.
It was after the jukebox had to put in it's two cents
that it all turned to ****
For nothing kills the mood worse than a bad song
at the right time.
Love always Dr Gonzo
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
*Poor Old John Patrick Robbins.
I’m not sure what he’s done.
When I dropped in at Hello today,
I was very badly stunned.
For I looked high and low,
for the wordsmith’s rambling rants.
A punctuation free zone.
References to spandex pants.
Free the Hello One!
Oh Eliot, hear my cries.
Without that crazy son of a *****
we will lack so many highs.
Tales of madness and mayhem;
poems on self-destruct.
A comedian in a little black hat;
a master of disorderly conduct.
I know he’s learnt his lesson.
I am sure he’d play the game.
A model pupil in class,
poetry being his aim.
On my knees I beg,
to the higher laws above.
Hang on in there Gonzo!
This is one poet,
We surely cannot give up.*
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:03 AM UTC
If I could draw or
Paint or sketch,
Or sculpt or even
******* embroider,
My self-portrait
Would be titled
Cliché, Bright Eyed Girl,
Girl Who’s Falling
For ‘The Bad Boy,’
Girl who Doesn’t
Stand a Chance:
Girl Self-Involved in Petty Problems.
I’d be a surrealist
I’d befriend Zelda Fitzgerald
In Paris, then the clinic:
A sad clown face
So eager and fragile,
Drooping low,
Fair, but not the fairest
Dripping, melting,
Like those clocks, or something
into a dream,
Where I, a Botticelli,
Venus,
You, a Gonzo trip
And you’d press into
My soft full hips
With nicotine stained fingers.
A bee coating the peony,
Such slick pollen
From past flights of fancy:
You linger for the most succulent taste.
I’d trace the ink of your tattoos,
They lay beneath your skin.
I’d crawl down there too,
Pushing up against your veins.
With the crest of a wave,
We’d crash together,
Golden silk surrounding us:
Coming
Out of the foam.
Then I come back,
Back into the frame:
A sad little girl,
Face lowered,
Unruly hair shadowing her face,
While you look past,
Walking away in the foreground.
But I can’t paint,
Draw, sculpt, whatever.
I’m no Dali.
Just like I
Can’t make you
Fall, fall, fall,
into a cliché,
In love
With me.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:54 AM UTC
It's really hard to see the world when you cant even leave the house.
No im not staring at your tit's just admiring the uhh fabric of that blouse.
Mickey mouse sure is a ***** since he started doing crack.
Put minnie out on the street.
Daisy's out there to ?
im not even gonna say what I seen her do with pluto
but i want my money back.
Crystal **** and coffee starbucks really has changed.
Really Tommy stop slipping your sister the tongue.
Really dont look at it as lynched prisoner why not think of it as
well hung.
Im sorta demented and well just not right
everyone admits.
I hope this isnt to forward but hey can i see your tit's
You can swear you were just drunk sweetheart but Gonzo
never forgets.
Hey thank God for night vision and my sugar's drunken mother.
Boy naked twister sure is awkward.
Watching three mules with sister Sara and my wife's
kinda well sensitive brother.
Im one of a kind thank the lord.
A pervert of the ages.
Gotta thank my mom and dad and jack dainels
such magic was created that night in back of
the sizzler in that old ford.
Im a old G and not the spot.
Drinking till my liver kicks out.
Heaven isnt my style besides everyone knows
its in hell my wicked mind shall forever rot.
He should be banned every pen named
complaining time of the month pussy submits.
If ya hate me your wasting your time sugar britches.
Keep on talkin cause kidies Gonzo never forgets
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
Free unrestricted journal publications
Words are bombs, dropping ink and paper
Typeface whistle blower and in your face
Chasing stories and truth, free the gonzo
The revolution in print, internet, television
Notepads, computers, and wi-fi
Liberated publication for all open eyes
A world of free thinkers and literary fact
No comment from the silent advertisers
Their payment in truth concealing lies
The United Censoring Of America
The political principles of censorship
Glory or death, guts and congratulations
No justice, no peace, no surrender
We’ve got the voice louder than power
The accuracy of enigmatic liberty
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
Gone Gonzo's not an insult it's a way to live
It's an impulse and a spirit and the **** you don't give
It's a life and a love and a heart attack
It's about no regret and never looking back
It's the kindred spirit you met in Seoul
It's the voice inside that screams **** YOU!
It's a kiss and a coffin and a knife in the back
It's seven pounds of ********
It's never going back
It's ******** rhymes while you can barely see
Why you writing
"OOOH LOOK AT ME"
It's despair, it's desire
It's through these diatribes I enact my demise
A drunk-ass kid, a broke-ass town
Who even gives a **** if I get out?
Drugs and drunks and ***** and *****
And ****** and Doors and **** THE LAW"'s
From kids in clothes I can't even afford
It's like our childhood lost it's passion
No Vietnam or Thatherism
What war on drugs no drugs just war
Is there a thing I ain't already saw?
Information's up but stocks is down
There any life left in this town?
There any heart or there any soul
Or that just another thing those ******* stole
And no I don't mean "the MAN"
I mean those ***** you call your friends
So smoke some drugs
Look out for yourself
**** some ladies
**** **** some men
Now write it all down
**** it all *****
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
Dear Mr first name only somethings ya do dont really
make sense.
But even a drunk like me has to say it's enough.
Cause my drunk *** cant even stand let alone strattle a fence.
Points was the first straw my invisable friend.
To make ten comments for a point.
Well i got far better things to do with my weekend.
And one night as from the bar i did crawl.
Thought i was just drunk off my ***
But dam if ya didnt take down the wall.
But it's okay cause if ya wanna be on the list
you can always buy a place.
Ya know your dealing with poets right?
Hey some kid just took his parents credit card
and stole my place.
Mr Elliot should i stay silent in fear.
It's hard to shut a good drunk up.
Was it you that put that horse head in my bed
and drank all my beer?
And while certin people gave us the name
they gave my foggy mind a idea to.
If ya keep us going at each other then
that keeps us fom going after you.
Mr Elliot please dont read this and
make me dissapear.
For I'll take refuge in my pub.
hide behind the women and gaurd the rear.
Yes im the ressident ******** and clown.
The bartender to the masses.
Who preaches drink up and get down.
If it aint broke Mr Elliot lets **** with it till it is.
Let me hand ya a beer.
Shake it up good and watch it fizz.
Hello I hope this isnt goodbye.
Cause it just aint much fun without Gonzo.
Im a drunk a *** a nut a pervert and a pretty nice guy.
Dear Mr Elliot sending me away wasnt very nice.
When i think vacation I think sun and sand.
Not the north pole hey were the ***** santa?
Well least for my drinks i got pleanty of ice.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
It was at the crack of the afternoon always when like some old circus bear i staggred to life.
Coffee surged through my veins with a touch of turkey to embrace the day to day troubles
with a sense of reason in the insanity.
The whispers were heavy like gunshot's that filled a early morning duck hunt.
Where half drunk men shared bottles and stories of conquest's some false others just straight ********
He's losing it ya know?
They had read my scrbblings and saw the flaws yet dared never to speak the words to
the devil in the flesh.
But much like a villan or a dam good ****** with a std i was just waitting to
run yet again.
The Gonzo of old died hard and a writer of insanity
seldom was at a loss for words or far from a intersection of trouble.
The road called.
And I her slave seldom ignored her for any woman worth her salt
was a cruel ***** at heart and thats what made them so dam aluering.
I was the president of debauchrey the chairman of the boy's club
a locker room jester who seldom showed his flaws.
But time scars us all and I was no diffrent.
I had slowed yet went past that edge like a child who tears into a gift seldom
looking at the paper let alone who its from.
Still that gleam in the eye did exist and the danger was all but to real.
I was ready to claim it back although none could take it from me.
The bike was older yet still had a howl like a devils hound on a sunsets promise.
the drugs the ***** the women all where but part of the drive and freedom
of a perk.
Much like the whiskey that burns in my veins id never
water down my word's
Cold wether was pointing me south the Key's were calling
in a tragic Hemmingway sense the old man's sea was but a bitter pill
and a islands stream of erased thought.
On a road that never grew old as I.
Soon i was off.
And God only knows what would lead to this tour of destruction.
But all i can say is gentlemen start your engines.
For the chaos has just begun.
Welcome To The Boy's Club
Part One
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 2:15 PM UTC
The cameras were set the madman of Hello after snorting so sinus powder
was hopped up like a fat kid in a cake factory.
So Gonzo any thoughts on the new HP?
Gonzo. Well always new they'd find a way to steal my thoughts and secertly mentally **** me and kidnap Mr pickles!
Ummm
Gonzo Yeah I know thats why im only taking pills from trusted drug dealers like
Mother Terresa, And Capt Grabby Hands
Are you okay?
Gonzo. hmmm what's it all mean dear lady?
sure you capture me drag me to your dungeon have your way with me
take some pics update your facebook status like anyone gives A **** what you eat for dinner or your a lonley cat lady.
but honestly who doest like pussy?'
*** your insane and put that away!
Gonzo. What i was just getting my trusty pocket fisherman
and my invisble anti earth crab spray.
I dont even wanna know.
Gonzo. hey ive learned always bring protection no matter how they look the flying monkeys are everywhere!
Ummm do you need help?
Gonzo. Ever **** next a man who has no sense of smell yeah kinda takes all the fun out of it kinda like some new changes.
do like magic miss?
Ummm well .
Gonzo. check your cooler.
Theres nothing in it.
Gonzo.
MAGIC
Now call your sister i bet she's gonna have a baby.
Wow how did you know that? Magic?
Gonzo. no we've been having fun after that annoying husban of her's
finally goes to work.
Hey he's coming over and he ses he's gonna.
Hey where'd you go?
The interviewers cell rings.
Hello?
Gonzo. Magic!
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC
Sweet rejection a simple pinch and slap in the face.
Drunken splendor and a ***** floor.
Some woman I dont care to know why do I always
find myself in this ****** up place.
Puff Puff Pass.
Wild Turkey loud music im such a happy sleeze
with not a hint of class.
Lean of over the bar my dear you fill my thought's and i your glass.
I walked when I was ten.
Runaway in New Orleans dont belive I could do that one again
Two packs a day and a shakey hand.
Midnight drives strippers in arm bar's
with floor's of sand.
Im not ment for long but sugar im here now.
Drinkin till I die fields of my past been burried
long ago under plow.
Dance in happiness die without regret.
My friends names tattoo my thoughts.
Richard ,Rach,Baths,Lily,Paula how can I ever forget.
******* up perfection is I.
A perfect losser who could care less.
How could you ever shed a tear when I die?
Rearview babydoll backseat queen.
Stay crazy in this cold place.
Skeeter do you still dream in your beauty so tormented
and obscene.
Where all perfect for are flaws.
Barstool will be forever empty.
Im tried but always eager to fall down for a
half naked body or a fellow lunatics cause.
Gonzo do ya know how they see ya outside thoose glasses
so dark.
The partys jester spirt of a eternal teen.
Empty cans hold court by the lake of lovers lane
where still they park.
Richard a bottle and friendship forever i'll share.
Insane is a buddy but never worry.
Cause even a falldown drunk does care.
So sad is the fading light bitter the moment.
But perfect isthe ****** up song though.
Kids dont let em break ya you stay crazy.
And I'll forever be Gonzo.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 2:46 PM UTC
As far back as I can remember, i always wanted to be a gangster.
-Quote by Ray liotta in good fellas movie.-
“Nothing personal, it’s just business” ~ Otto Berman
“Las Vegas turns women into men and men into idiots.” ~ Bugsy Siegel.
“This life of ours, this is a wonderful life. If you can get through life like this and get away with it, hey, that’s great. But its very, very unpredictable. There’s so many ways you can ***** it up.” ~ Paul Castellano
Thirty-two hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. It wasn’t even enough to pay for the coffin.” (ray liotta as Henry hill) good fellas movie.
“I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the fear.” Dr. Gonzo( fear and loathing in Las Vegas)
“If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.” Jules. ( movie pulp fiction with John travolta and Samuel l. Jackson. Also starring bruce Willis.)
“No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him
with a gun, you better **** him, because he’ll keep comin’ back and back
until one of you is dead.” Ace Rothstein ( movie Casino) Robert deniro, Joe pesci.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
We sat on the bulked viewing the sounds no words need be shared for sometimes in silence we say far more.
The sunset was upon us and the ***** was kicking in to that perfect sense of a warm buzz and the waters draw poetic in the truest sence .
There were shared stories with added lies simply a understanding of a crossroads part.
The road had ran it's course now the chapter was done and so my own would continue.
Were the fuck you headed now man.
My friend asked in a mild laugh curious yet knowing no matter the direction we
had different stories to write.
I have know clue think I'll just chase the sunset till the highways lends me her thoughts once again.
My friend simply shook his head .
Sometime I really can't begin to fathom what goes on in that head of yours bud.
Hell sometimes I wonder myself I had to think.
It's always on these rides when the air is one with the nights empty promise
I truly grasp the thoughts and understand my roads always best traveled alone.
The drug's the ***** simply a mask for others to understand my less than
understandable actions there always has to be something in which to place the blame now doesn't there?
I try not to question and as the road's endless roll drew me yet again I cared less
for the logic and simply gave in to the need to know what lay over the next hill.
I'd far rather die with my boots on than waste away in regret.
Live while you can for times a commodity none can afford to waste my friends.
And as I hit the on ramp bound for nowhere and eager to see it all.
I had to think to the moments shared for they were far more meaningful to friends than I.
Sometimes a lone wolfs howl isn't for emptiness of the fear of isolation.
It's the understanding of one's self that truly drives the one's who chase the highways line.
I viewed the sunset a chapters close for the moment and a endless thirst of highways vice
I so desired eternal.
She's a cruel mistress to some but on this nights ride her embrace is all I ever did need
for now.
Stay Crazy
Gonzo
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
a girl with
a personality,
expensive taste,
soft skin and an honest embrace...
that is what I want.
Honestly,
honesty is a rare trait these days,
in a world of animosity,
all seem phony all betray.
As I escape my fate
I become my own face-
society around me
is different from me,
identically.
As the day begins to fade,
my work is done; a drink, I say!
A drink I'll have in Gonzo's Pub
to escape the people's fray.
A Girl...
with honesty
that is what I want...
I'll take another shot please...
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC
Some people make it seem so romantic and some would probably say I'm guilty
of exploiting it as well.
Well let me be the first to tell you there's no glory in burning out.
I live my life and to excess of course but it's not my mission to overdose or end up splattered across
highway.
Death isn't a choice it's a promise and to fear it is to worry over breathing its just part of the game folks.
The **** I write about isn't a fantasy or what I believe its like I've actually lived it.
And out of a handful of people I know I'm lucky enough to say I'm still here.
I cant tell you how to live your life and honestly I don't ever give a **** how you do.
I've done most every drug known to man and some of them are rather overrated
to be honest that's why I prefer booze mainly because I really don't trust putting **** in my system made by people who look like they haven't slept or washed there *** in two weeks.
Yeah cokes real good **** you stay paranoid as **** and if you get a good taste for it
it'll **** you bank account and your heart but it is good to have on hand for picking up strippers.
Hey I'm just saying if you go to the woods to hunt animals you probably use bait.
Well my hunting ground is probably a lot more comfortable than yours but hey
whatever gets you off.
Where all checking out sooner or later but don't ever fall for that delusion that
getting out early is ******* romantic **** if I had pulled the trigger when I was a miserable ass
teen I would have really missed some overrated times and some hot chicks who just
happened to lower there standards yes be used is kickass especially when you get a
happy ending out of the deal.
Live it as you will not as others would prefer cause only a spineless candy ***
plays it safe.
I write a lot of crazy **** cause I live a lot worse crazy ****
But at least I have ******* fun.
Sure you can say **** it all to this world.
Or you can really **** the ******** off and shake **** up till they put your ***
in the dirt.
Me I'm going to go down with the ******* ship.
A drink in hand and laughing like a madman the whole way down.
Cause nothing ***** with the ignorant worse than a son of ***** that just wont
stay down.
Cheers hamsters.
Gonzo
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Shade Pines Mental Vacillty.
The room was packed the press ravenous waitting for the return of the madman of the place in which we cannot speak of.
How could it be were the rumour's true shock treatments torture had Gonzo finally sliped over the deep end?
The press was dead silent as he was walked into the room
but the man in front of them looked nothing like the man they once knew no wild turkey in front of him no sunglasses even worse no bloodshot eye's
The person that we cannot speak of spoke in the high almost like a cross between Brittney spears and Borat accent.
To which the press all laughed yet the person that we could not speak of did not get the joke as usal.
Cause he was a word we cannot say.
I pressent to you my friends the new and improved Gonzo.
Now I shall let the man himself speak.
The man who resembled gonzo drooled slightly leaned into the mic
Hello im Gonzo.
And after a bit of a awkward pause like when a alter boy cuts a **** they realized that was pretty much it for his deep speech.
The press astounded finally came to life like a seventy year old man who found a secret stash of ******
Gonzo is this a joke ? Gonzo wanna drink hey what about a ***** joke?
Im fine thank you im so happy to be here and be in your company
And I no longer drink well just water that is.
And may I say im so happy to be a changed man no bad jokes from me.
Nope just good wholesome fun no ***** words well I gotta go to my bible study folks it sure was nice to talk to you all.
The press werent buying it the one female repoter stood befor the shell
of a man and must have had a fashion mishap cause some buttons were missing from her top.
Um you sure you wanna leave?
Well miss im really sorry but I gotta be there on time there having cookies today.
And we gotta go over plans for the bakesale and you really need to fix your top miss cause your gonna catch a cold.
The woman stunned felt as if she had spoken to a alien just what had they done to the man once known as Gonzo.
And had they really lost the madman to this bizzar strange human who now did reside in his body.
Was it the end of ********** and wild turkey?
Would Sanity set in and leave things as fun a watching paint dry?
Would ***** jokes and madness be lost forever.
Tune in next week kids to read the next spine tingling chapter
in this drawn out weirdness known as the new Gonzo.
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
Your mommy thinks it's great and rewards you with a bowl of ice cream and a sticker after she just gave you a bath once being your twenty two is a little strange I'm just saying.
When all your Facebook friends like it and yet you've never actually
met one of your two thousand Facebook friends.
I'm not saying your a loser cause you live your live online
well yes I am sorry I'm a ****
When you write endless poems about how everyone in this world sucks look sure people are a pain in the *** .
But maybe instead of listening to hours of music about suicide and
other teenage horse **** maybe you should step out the door go into
that strange place called the outdoors get a drink get laid and try having a life instead of just ******** about everyone else.
When other people are brought to tears before you read the first line.
Yeah sure I want to listen to hours of spoken word poetry.
And maybe have a root canal as well.
Well at least with a root canal there's some free drugs.
Look get a keg maybe some other party favors and a wet T shirt
contest and that's a poetry reading you can count me in for.
When everyone on a website gives you a hundred likes and not a single comment yes the like button I hate it if you didn't know.
How do you know when your poetry ***** .
Well when it's used by the government to interrogate suspected terrorist at the airport and suspect screams out in agony .
Look whatever happened to good old fashioned water and car batteries and jumper cables ?
When your favorite subject is the girlfriend that ripped your heart out
and how your life isn't worth living since she left.
When if you had spent more time hitting the sack and less time working on her tenth sonnet.
Maybe she wouldn't be getting jack hammered by your best friend.
Hey write about that video they put out she's a total freak.
Sorry bout your loss now what was her number?
Yes bad poetry it's enough to drive a mental man sane trust me
that's why I drink so I can forget half the crap I've read .
Stay crazy kids .
Drinks on me Gonzo
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC