Shamed

You are a presence,
I once
failed to notice.

You meant nothing.

Today,
My hands are withered,
blue veined,
and ulcerated.

The fruits of
youth,
shamed.

You are no longer ignorable.

Arizona

Alone
in the high desert of Arizona,
both drunk and incredibly thirsty.

I wandered aimlessly, without purpose.

Was it the booze?
The heat?
The fact that I was
reading Todd Moore just hours before I strayed into this hell hole?

What lead me to the place,
to seek out coyote dens to piss into?

Elevated

As sweet as life is,
so will be death.

We will not fall
into the cold earth,
but instead,
be elevated
into the Sun.

Grace

In the midst of the terror,
a hard and savage;
Melancholy.

Beneath this,
Paranoia.

This strange new age
of lyrical ballads
beyond authorship;
Nonsensical.

This is a lustful land
where all things perish;

Grace,
Beauty,
Kindness.

Bitter

Blood stained snow,
resembling cruel bedsheets,
bitter,
in the winter wind.

A hand written sign,
in a window.

Beer and liquor,
cash only,
no cards,
no names.

I need the warmth,
of knowing death
is not as cold as life.

F.Scott Fitzgerald

It’s been giving me
long term
writers’ block.

Maybe the question
really is,
If nobody drank
would we have more
or less
“great writers”?

Maybe the best writers
were those
who drank so much
it was impossible for them to ever become house hold names.

Where’s fucking F. Scott
when I need some advice?

In the Way

I used to be a problem solver,
then I let “things”
consume me.

Then everything,
and everybody,
got in the way.

I replaced God
with vodka.

Now,
even my dreams
are pessimistic.

In the Way

I used to be a problem solver,
then I let “things”
consume me.

Then everything,
and everybody,
got in the way.

I replaced God
with vodka.

Now,
even my dreams
are pessimistic.

Edie

Pale
Exquisite
Tragic

Loving
Trusting
Used

Damaged
Afraid
Constrained

Uninhibited
Cultured
Divine

Junkie

Badlands

Star spangled cowboy boots
I slipped into the badlands.
Prairie dust covered,
Dakota colored denim

I want to record my confession
then disappear into the landscape
to lay amongst the willows
and wait for the Devil to come
to find my back broken
my skull crushed.