Pages tagged with Mommas Rain

~life is full of possibilities~success measured by survival~a future depending on lessons learned such as~fire tempers the spirit~ice applies a cold edge to it~fear may be the only damned thing you have left~that bit thing that means you’re alive~catastrophe can make heroes out of a...
~3 legged bunny in your pocket~an underwater experience~considering pleasure~bend over in the bedroom closet~wondering your shoes~who is that behind you~flip-flops or tennies~feels good your feet burn~downtown a hundred degrees~there you are naked~blank-eyed & stiff~window shopping~pr...
~momma stood in line half a day~after waiting an hour for the bus~it was sixteen degrees but had stopped snowing~wasn’t much left in the santa claus shop~she did the best she could with her certificates~the elves were tired but wrapped the presents~she picked up her sad little load~...
~counterfeit echoes~when it is your turn on the table~hear that other screaming again~realize it is you~going to the pit where words go to die~is it here~it is everywhere~but is it here~it is nowhere~we’ll follow the trail of dying~words to the game room~poets laughing~smoking tar o...
~we were rat pickers my brother & me~folks didn’t throw much out where we lived~we kept our eyes out for move-outs & evictions~scored our first radio flyer~it was rusty & didn’t have wheels~a jewel in the rough to us~we hid it under the house~behind tumbleweeds & rags~took the rea...
~momma was a soldier~she stood five feet very tall~protective of her tiny army~made of the stuff of first rank~no stranger to front line engagement~attended by pride & integrity~stepped forward into the fray~ever aware that survival was all she could ever hope to gain~momma was a sold...
~I did a lot of getting even in my dreams~bit the hand that fed me~slapped the face that kissed me~I met the other face there~the one wish/willing to die~loath to surrender~its eyes howled~its reek of breath offended me~the me it was & I just ran away~until next time~paladin bounty hu...
speaking to creativity~relative to diminished capacity~specifically sight & sound~one is afforded a unique opportunity~to see & hear perceptively what others don't~of necessity to make it a bit of one’s own~speaking to survival~relative to the above noted diminished capacities~one ...
~that way-down place where fear is born~a parasite gnawing at your bowels~places to go & things to do~behaviors to learn & practice~whether you like it or not poor boy~you tough it out with the other prisoners~but guards teachers administrators~big shots all they demand respect~in the...
~I believed in angels when I was a boy~male angels & female angels~in the flesh with wings of kindness~nice folks who did a lot of suffering on their own~none of the angels I met could save me~they were tragic & could barely save themselves~what they did is save me from myself~taught ...
~Jackie took stuff from people~Daddy accused him of being a born thief~I don’t believe any of us are a born anything~you get your ass kicked enough~go hungry suffer forget about hope~or never learn it in the first place~that’s what you are if you manage to stay alive~let somebody...
~thirty years later~I took a friend looking for ‘gone fishing’~a song by bing crosby~the man’s dad had died~he wanted to play the song at his funeral~went to have a drink at the bar~sat there with his motorcycle friends~they took us outside & made a human circle~around us & told...
~punishment for getting caught~rarely equals the value of booty~jackie never seemed to get that~I suppose the joy of the score~getting’ over on ‘em once in a while~that made it all worth it to him~like setting things on fire~just to watch ‘em burn~you got the inside information~...
~never have had much use for cops~judges badges guns & lawyer types~they throw you out~kick you when you’re down~try to get that protect & serve thing~with your wrists manacled~sittin’ in the back seat with no door handles~right is always on their side~all consideration as to who ...
ain’t got no place to go~I’m just a ten-year-old kid~wondering about stabbing myself in the bellybutton~like those Chinese ninja guys~I lie about god~I ain’t saved~poor folk don’t get saved~they get used~back stabbed~double crossed~I understand kids that kill their parents~kid...
~a twenty dollar bill~mirrored accomplice~brittle victory~pick ‘em up & lay ‘em down~running away~gimme a smoke & a double shot~give the kid a coke~walking back~I am a western man~a badass smokin’ gun~we gotta get outa here~find some money~a cannon~twenty dollar bill~learn ‘em...
~take a sneak peek~poke your eyes around the corner~ice picks & thumb screws~devil gonna getcha boy~bleeding marble eyes~c’mon be a witness~ya got trust issues man~better deal with that~what the hell’s the matter with you~sucker punch~
~is there anyone hasn’t been embarrassed by parents~made to wish they were somewhere else~someone else anyone else~things you laugh about when you grow up~talk to them about until they’re gone~then miss them every time you think about it~you realize at times they were killing them...
~I remember the poor man laughing~the fat lady singing~a blind man dancing~a one-legged woman playing violin~the kid in the tenement with the dirty eye~shot by a bb gun~pupil dripping away~good & bad~we were like that~we are like that~
~we were aware we were white trash~that being white trash was not a good thing~we weren’t insulted by being told so~it’s all we had ever heard~& so it was but we were hungry~desperate to be alive~certainly not good enough~damned sure angry soon enough~my brother & me~
~poor folks consider doing things others can’t imagine~Momma thought about selling Lily~so she might have a better future~a random chance at normality~whatever that is~my brothers & I met some colored folk~they believed they could talk to god & so did we~they encouraged me to sing~
~my maternal grandfather had a heart attack~died in the driveway~laying on the cement underneath his truck~his father stood on a chair he set on the table~tied a stout rope to the chandelier then around his throat~he pulled his pistol out of his back pocket~blew his brains out & was d...
~out there in the driveway~behind the house~we were taught to be men of a separate stripe~stroking & stripping~killing & skinning~learning the heartbeat~when to direct it to stop~to deliver sweet meat to the table~but it don’t stop damn it~damn it~it just don’t stop~
~I was Alley Oop during my eighth summer~designated so by the Queen of Sheba~we were lord & lady of the lilac tunnels of Montana~a magical realm beyond anything I had experienced in my young life~the scent of lilacs~any reference to Shirley Temple~spirit me back there~it is the best I...
~a life too full of maybes~dirt fights & wars~tv monster pretty boys~babysitter doin’ her boyfriend~butt bouncing on the door~lady with sugar tomatoes~frog legs~bloody hatchet on the floorboard~stabbed between the eyes~first time I took note of lightning~the fear/rage dynamic~it’s...
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