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~ poor folks aspire to the common ~ just out of reach ~ hunger & failure wear them down ~ they snarl at their children ~ quit bitching ~ you’re alive, aren’t you ~ the answer to that question ~ yes, the one deeper sadness ~ ready to go ~ never begun ~
~ near impossible to go back home ~ mean streets carry you away ~ everything is smaller there ~ death smiles ~ the mouth of the child you were ~ spitting & calling you names ~ you wonder why~ don’t learn nothin’ ~ deep roar of your machine ~ wind in your face ~ to hell with it al...
~Whiskey Lament~ Wikinut http://goo.gl/03b0f ~ aborted strangers in the mud ~ Jim Morrison ~ two great European narcotics ~ alcohol and Christianity~ Nietzsche ~ I realize I am only what I've always been ~ a half-assed nothing ~ Charles Manson ~ filled with mingled cream & amber I wil...
~ she exists as a wisp of promise ~ muse ~ a fast train rushing ~ its wind tunnel throat ~ backdoor thundering tornado ~ smoke & fire ~ unaware of his eyes ~ muse ~ she dances in his sight ~ & the zephyr blows her away ~
~ naked singin’ ~ those steel teeth blues harp ~ smokin’ fist & a handful o’ smokes ~ rollin’ that Lincoln ~ shootin’ needle ~ desert sunshine ~ damned lightning ~ maiden nipples ~ dancers anointed ~ dawn don’t damn care ~
~ the stepfather man said ~ you’re a man when you can whip me ~ the ignorance of slain innocence~ lover’s hand at times a stranger ~ madness in her eyes ~ monkey brain ~ a spider in her hair ~ reaching for a hymnal ~ it crawls into a man’s lap ~ she wants to bite him there ~
~ like our ancestors ~ the indians ~ we share a fear of sex ~ Jim Morrison ~ woe unto him that harbors wildernesses ~ Nietzsche ~ I have stayed in jail & I have stayed stupid ~ Charles Manson ~ the dear names that lie concealed within ‘t ~ Poe ~ suicide clouds ~ we eat ourselves ~ ...
~ jewels in her tiara ~ spider children & dreams ~ closets dark & jungles tall ~ monster Christ appears ~ a changeling~ eating her sins ~ the children’s pajamas ~ plants screaming ~ cannibals & birds ~ backing toward heaven ~
~ creatures of earth must know so much more than humans ~ they don’t seem to question ~ go about the business of life ~ sharing ~ protecting & rearing their young ~ paying attention ~ surviving ~ attempting to stay alive ~
~ he is writing his way into her heart ~ speaking of hope, dreams & aspirations ~ naming a flower ~ bait-switching to her name ~ the poet’s illusion ~ the sound in his mouth ~ blood of his pen ~
~ eyes in a leather face ~ ladies laughing & talking ~ a muddy bath for dead soldiers ~ medal pins ~ children playing ~ away from the herd ~ stallions drowning ~ did you know she was strangled ~ her throat full of blood ~ drowned as well ~
~ we were city folks ~ my stepdad grew up on a farm ~ bought a rundown ranch in Wyoming when he retired ~ Momma asked what I wanted of her things when she passed away ~ I refused to consider an answer ~ I said simply ~ I don’t want your stuff ~ I want you ~
~ elders & children ~ learning to know one another ~ that they are the same ~ so the stream of life finds them ~ that one may save the other ~ confirmation ~ the way they are made ~ to share ~ show the way ~ to here & gone ~
~ Sanchez passed me on his crotch rocket ~ I didn’t know him then ~ he took the interstate ramp too hard ~ crashed into a barrier ~ rolled off into the bushes ~ that’s how I met him~ picked him up ~ dragged him home ~
~ ghosts play the television screen ~ heart & fang share quarters ~ body slack, a flesh reflection ~ is it snowing or white sound ~ blood or mud on my hands ~ I hope so ~ mud has dirt in it ~ tiny dragons ~ blood disease ~ impurity ~
~ power dynamics in relationships are important ~ lovers ~ significant others ~ parents & bosses ~ friends & associates ~ the reaction of the underdog ~ might be loading a gun ~ one bullet ~ one insult at a time ~ boom ~
~ I am struck by the feather ~ of your soft reply ~ Jim Morrison ~ the bluebird carries the sky on his back ~ Nietzsche ~ we're not in Wonderland anymore Alice ~ Charles Manson ~ leave no black plume as a token ~ Poe ~ bullets & feathers together ~ WW ~
“home of the most dangerous writers alive” ~ Frank Winters awarded me the Marija Cerjak Award in Avant-garde/Experimental writing for this piece ~ I didn’t make it to the whiskey bar to meet him ~ wonder where he went ~ where they go ~ whiskey men & night riders ~
~ I was a ranch hand for a year ~ loved the wide open outdoors ~ never learned to love cows like cowboys do ~ found out I wasn’t one ~ a cowboy that is ~ I raised pigs on the side ~ I liked ‘em ~ pigs ~
~ rock stars on the other side of the wall ~ guitarists & singers ~ wild-eyed drummers ~ I crank up my industrial fan ~ a Black & Decker special ~ chop the music up into digestible pieces ~ closing my eyes ~ I remember the wild days ~
~ a man on the road ~ usually doesn’t have much ~ in the sense of money & possessions ~ what worth is positive energy ~ vitality of spirit ~ a predisposition toward hope & dreams ~ the hunger to share them ~
~ the safest of places ~ night pillows & coffee cups ~ familiar kisses ~ that most dangerous of relaxed states ~ was that a whisper ~ that halting gasp of breath ~ or a howling ~ proclamation ~ then there is the fear of spiders ~
~ the soul is left to wander ~ dazed & confus’d searching ~ Jim Morrison ~ there is an ethical aristocracy just as there is a spiritual one ~ Nietzsche ~ children as our conscience ~ spirit guide intentional ~ WW
~ or just another lost angel ~ city of night~ Jim Morrison ~ thus they experience miracles & rebirths & hear the voices of angels ~ Nietzsche ~ I was playing with some hell’s angels that you don’t know nothing about ~ Charles Manson ~ a love that was so strong even the angels wer...
~ the space between the first time & second time ~ measured in gasps & frantic farewells ~ he thought she might & she did ~ the white of her flesh on his dark red sheets ~ maybe satin next ~ & her feet ~ he’ll wait ~ patient like a good lover should ~
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