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  • things just go away…

    July 24th, 2017

    there were all these cars lined-up in a row…sittin’ there…lookin’ like they was wantin’ to go…take-off somewhere…leave on a whim an’ never look back…

    old Fords…Chevy’s…a Dodge or two…beat-to-shit-…a Toyota sat at the end…that’s what he used to drive…a Toyota…an’ he voted for Reagan…

    never seen much of him growin’-up…was always outta’ town…away on business…ask mom where he went to an’ she’d just say…,away on business…,then she’d go back to snorin’ in the old LazyBoy…

    one time he’d left for a long…long…time…took off in the middle of the night after he and momma got into this argument…can’t remember what they was fightin’ over…he said this an’ she said that…fightin’ like a couple of kids on a school playground…saw him grabbin’ a Pepsi outta’ the ice-box while she sat there with her arms folded…

    when you comin’ back…,she demanded…,can’t just get-up an’ go whenever you want …you got responsibilities you know…,momma got all flustered…gave-up as he walked out the door an’ started-up the old Toyota…

    that car started-up just fine…he put it in reverse an’ it went down the dirt driveway just fine…headlights worked just fine…an’ he left for a month or two…just fine…

    we ate a lotta’ pinto beans an’ hamhocks while he was gone…used to chew on the fat…my brothers an’ me…the flavor got to be real good…especially with hot pepper sauce put on it…we’d soak-up the drippin’s from the beans with homemade cornbread from a Jiffy box…waitin’ on him to come through that door…we waited…an’ waited…

    nobody knew where he went to…when he came back didn’t nobody ask…he just sat in silence every night…an’ the old Toyota didn’t move for a long…long…time…parked in the driveway forever it seemed till one day it was gone…just gone…

    things just go-away…

  • lookin’ for her ‘cross america

    July 23rd, 2017

    and we drove ‘cross Indiana…into Illinois…the southern tip…past East St. Louis…got-on 55 headin’ towards Memphis…he didn’t know where he was goin’…just goin’…drivin’ like a madman…a slowed down madman…couldn’t get that old Chevy past 60…don’t know if it was the car or somekind of fear inside of him…couldn’t go past 60…

    kept talkin’ the whole time…kept askin’ if we left mom at that rest area a ways back…told him no…no…

    she was with us…,he said…,just as plain as day…she was with us…,kept his eyes peeled on the road…,an’ we talked like old times…she asked ’bout you…asked how you were doin’…told her fine…told her you’d grown-up to be a fine man…a fine man…’member…

    i told dad that mom had died last year…at a gas station in Northern Arkansas with the smell of alfalfa in the air…a hazy morning past midnight…heat lightning was goin’ off towards the west…maybe over in the Ozarks…

    now damn it listen to me…,the old man said…,she was here…in this car…with us…you were talkin’ to her too…you smiled real big when I told her what a fine man you’d turned out to be…don’t you try to trick me…I’m too smart for ya’…I’ve been ’round time or two…she was here in this car an’ you can’t convince me otherwise…she nodded her head…listened an’ talked sometimes too…what’re you tryin’ to pull boy…

    nothin’ pop…nothin’…why don’t you give me the keys…

    whole family thinks I’m crazy…, he held the gold key out and then then pulled it back into his lined palm…,you’re the one that’s crazy…hear me…you’re the one that’s crazy…my faculties are together…I am sound…

    i want that key dad…give me that key…,the old man grinned and opened the driver’s side door…,you want this key…I’ll give it to ya’ when we get to the next stop…we gotta’ go pick up your mom…

    she’s dead dad…you can’t pick her up…

    when did that happen…, he got into the car and started it up…, when did she die…

    last year dad…last year…now turn-off the car dad…just turn-off the car…

    well I’ll be damned…I’ll be damned…

    dad…

    see ya’ ’round…

    that was a week ago…he’s still out there lookin’ for her…probably over in Texas somewhere…maybe New Mexico…who knows…he was hell-bent on findin’ her…yes he was…

  • goodbye to night…

    July 22nd, 2017

    thunder…
    keeping me awake…
    flashes of lightning in a darkened sky…
    soon rain will come…soon…

    hookers run for cover under awnings…
    desperate johns drive-by wanting…
    old beat-to-shit vans waddle down the street…
    dealers on cellphones dialing for dollars…

    boarded houses condemned…
    crack parlors policed…
    no longer a place for a junkie to call home…
    flies ’round dumpsters…

    thunder…
    keeping me awake…
    flashes of lightning in a darkened sky…
    soon rain will come…soon…

    bars release hounds into this night…
    stumbling home…
    weaving between lines…
    for tomorrow sorrow begins…

    and old dogs bark…
    chained pitbulls…
    a bum collecting cans…
    this hour…this hour…

    thunder…
    keeping me awake…
    flashes of lightning in a darkened sky…
    soon rain will come…soon…

    i watch…
    from above…
    i watch…
    my sins cast long ago…

    kids on corners practicing metaphysics…
    flying from street-lamp to street-lamp…
    cloud to cloud…
    and the music goes boom…boom…boom…

    thunder…
    keeping me awake…
    flashes of lightning in a darkened sky…
    soon rain will come…soon…

    goodbye to night…

  • kind of blue…

    July 21st, 2017

    spent the night listenin’ to Miles…
    Freddy the Freeloader…Flamenco Sketches…
    blowin’ through a tinny speaker as the fat man sweats…body soaked in humidity stew…just listenin’…just listenin’…

    thinkin’ ’bout this an’ that..
    the one who got away in the middle of the night when love didn’t stand a chance…peace was outta’ the question…an’ you were far far away with some cat named Brown who came to town thinkin’ he was gonna’ get hitched…funny how things work out that way…

    swiggin’ a soda…listenin’ to Miles…
    So What…Solitaire…
    real uneasy in my easy-chair…emerald eyes cast spells…magic lasts a lifetime…take it from me…you were never aware of what you were layin’ down…an’ i don’t stand a ghost of a chance…

    walkin’ on Dewald Street at 2 in the mornin’…couple of shots to the left…couple of shots to the right…a speedin’ car…cop cruisers cruizin’…an’ i’m listenin to Miles as i watch my steps through alleys…back streets…headin’ over to old Broadway where a dime gets ya’ a bag an’ a fin lands some hag…you never know what the night brings…

    whispers…porch lights on…Christmas decorations on lawns in mid July…too late… too early….real lazy or amazingly ambitious…take your pick…it don’t matter…some acts are best left alone…did’ya hear the one ’bout the dog who got away…

    listenin’ to Miles…
    Bye Bye Black Bird…bye-bye…
    last time i saw you was in a dream…a beautiful dream…we was wrapped ’round each other…fast fast asleep…what i wouldn’t do for that…what i wouldn’t do…

    kind of blue…

  • a man of importance…

    July 20th, 2017

    he had these grand illusions…ideas of importance…talked ’bout being some kind of astronaut…or a submarine captain out in the ocean working in the belly of the beast…with sharks and other dangerous sea creatures trying to kill him while he made adjustments to save mankind….

    just sat there for hours on-end pontificating over iced Pepsi…proclaiming to have been atop oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico while wild winds nearly took his life…he talked ’bout that sort of thing…having lunch with men on make-shift boats…sacrifices made…lives in the balance…a savior of mankind…

    all this talk…from a man who lost job after job after job…blaming politics everytime…,”this guy was out to screw me…that guy never liked the way I was leading the company…,”proclaimed to be a CEO and president of various boards…captain of the ship…a real Ahab…

    all this talk…endless talk…all day long telling one story after another with a television blaring in the background…never-ending tales ’bout the dangers of being on top…everyone out to get you…life being a trick bag and you had to fight like hell to get out of it what he got…to get out of it what he got…

    and there he sat in this nursing home…bag of bones…living off social security…medicaid…nothing to his name…a true american…a man of importance…

    who was i to tell him any different…

  • two broads talking…

    July 18th, 2017

    just afraid…

    of what…

    the obvious…

    which is…

    I see these fat people at the Chinese buffets…going up and grazing for hours on end…marching towards egg rolls…fried rice…fried crab rangoon…fried chicken wings…

    yes…

    fat people eating fatty foods…no regard for themselves in the least bit…carrying-on like a pack of elephants in a parade…always wanting to be fed…perhaps they have a constant pit…I don’t know really…

    why does this bother you…

    just afraid…

    of what…

    the obvious…

    which is…

    large mammals drinking 64 oz. cups of cold soda…thinking they’re saved in the name of Diet Coke…Diet Pepsi…Diet this…Diet that…ordering items from the dollar menu…and these are grotesque people in these lines with rolls of flesh exposed…dribbling down arms in cut-off tee-shirts…tight blouses…really sickens me…really makes me sick…

    why does this bother you…

    just afraid…

    of what…

    the obvious…

    which is…

    and they don’t read good literature…no…they read smutty paperbacks picked-up at the five and dime…never go to the theater…they have no taste…no taste…they refuse to challenge themselves…fat dumb people…

    why does this bother you…

    just afraid…

    of what…

    the obvious…

    which is…

    becoming an american…a real american with no european sensibilities to life whatsoever…throwing my life to the wolves…completely giving-up…completely giving-up…

    why does this bother you…

    just afraid…

    of what…

    the obvious…

    which is…

    don’t you see…do you not see…this thing…this thing I could become if I don’t shape-up…chop-chop…get on the old ball and start doing something constructive…the options scare me…

    why does this bother you…

    just afraid…

    of what…

    the obvious…

    which is…

    nothing…just being a nothing…another slug in the american landscape…another fat fried food eating non-reading fuck who waits in line with the others at Golden Corral…

    why does this bother you…

    just afraid…

    of what…

    the obvious…

    which is…

    the obvious…yes…the obvious…

  • now gone…

    July 17th, 2017

    Chicago…Chicago…i’m down-n-out on your streets…a peasant in your palm…hands outstretched…waiting to be picked-up and held by a city that no-longer has arms…

    this yellow moon that shines down on me…pale light glows in the midst of on-coming traffic…lanterns lit…flags waving…the poor have no banner…no banner…

    and blisters hurt with every step…down Clark…Halsted…Broadway…Division…soliciting no-one…asking nothing of a people which no-longer give…citizenry gave-up…as have i…

    no fight left in this soul…from mission to mission…soup-line to soup line…i see them all…waiting for daily bread…wanting to be delivered…

    Chicago…Chicago…i weep now…longing for yesterday…when pockets were full…belly filled…heart swollen…drinks all around this town at places now gone…now gone…

    done are days of Maxwell Street…Jew- town’s no longer Jew-town…Wicker Park went upscale…Sophie sold her joint to the first taker…do Polacks weep for her soul…i know i do…

    and blacks play stick-up on the Southside while whites in Lincoln Park awake to a vitamin shake in offices where boys play grown-up and girls dress for the occasion…to play house for one more night…one more night…

    where am i…in these streets…corners i used to hold court on…churches where i prayed…midnight diners drinking coffee with tranny whores and smoking cigarettes with city cops…

    now gone…those days are now gone…now i wander down streets in search of a next meal…everything is temporary…

    everything is temporary…

  • strange…

    July 16th, 2017

    I keep trying to call home and nobody answers…,the old man said…,where’s mom…,he asked…

    dad…mom died last year…last March…

    ohhhh…that’s right…well I’ll be damned…

    i was in New York at the time…

    uhuh…did we have services for her…

    you did…

    you didn’t come to the funeral…

    no pop…i did not…

    ohhh…I see…

    yes…

    so where is she…where is she now…,pop stammered…

    she’s dead pop…she’s gone…

    whatd’ya mean she’s gone…

    she died dad…

    I was just talkin’ to her this mornin’…I could see her just as clear as a bell…we were talkin’ ’bout you kids…

    sorry dad but you didn’t talk to her…it didn’t happen…

    the hell it didn’t…

    couldn’t have dad…

    are you tellin’ me I’m crazy…

    you’re confused…it happpens sometimes…

    maybe you’re the one that’s confused…maybe you’re the one that’s crazy…ever think of that possibility…that you’re the one that’s not quite right…huh…don’t tell me I didn’t talk to her…she was sitting right there in that chair just as plain as day…just like back when we were first married in Texas…before you came along…talked ’bout the three kids we had at the time…

    dad…

    shush…just shush…not makin’ this up…think I’m some kinda’ story teller…you’re the story teller…you’re the liar…

    pop look…

    I said shush now…shhhh….don’t tell me I didn’t talk to her just ’cause you never do…do you ever call her….do ya’

    no…no i don’t pop…no i don’t…

    why not…

    ’cause she’s dead dad…she’s dead…

    my word…my word…when did she die…

    last year…

    was she in the looney bin…

    no dad…a hospice…

    died last year huh…well that would explain why she doesn’t answer the phone when I call…

    yes…yes dad…

    I talked to her yesterday…she sat right there and we talked about movin’ outta’ Texas…takin’ that job over in Arkansas…that was where they sent me up to the moon…

    from Arkansas…

    well…I was secretly stationed in Arkansas…they launched the rocket from Florida…

    you think that happened…

    what…

    you think you went to the moon…

    you’re tellin’ me I didn’t go to the moon…wait…wait…maybe I just circled the moon…same way I circled Mars…and the earth…

    dad…

    I keep tellin’ people ’round here that I went to the moon and the truth is I just went around it…no-wonder they look at me funny…

    you didn’t circle the moon…or Mars…or any place other than maybe the Southwest part of america…

    ask mom…

    can’t ask mom…

    why not…call her…or wait till she comes by to see me tonight…

    that’s not gonna’ happen dad…

    why…

    ’cause she’s passed away dad…she’s gone…she’s in a vault over at the Lutheran place…

    a Lutheran place…

    yes…

    what the hell…we’re Church of Christ people…not God damned Lutherans…

    she’s cremated…

    hold-on…what’dya mean she’s cremated…you mean we burned her up to ashes…

    she was cremated dad…she’s gone…she is gone…and tomorrow we’ll have this same conversation…and then the next day…and the next day…and you’ll call and call and call…and it’ll be the same answer…she’s dead…sorry…

    have I lost it…

    you forget things dad…you get confused…

    oh…I see…I talked to her…I always talk to her…see her all the time…she’s always in the kitchen makin’ cornbread and pinto beans…the kind with ham-hocks in ’em…we had some just the other day…gave me a good case off the gout…yeah I talked to her…I talked to her…but I never touched her…never touched her…isn’t that strange…

    yes…yes dad…that is strange…

  • to my friend…

    July 15th, 2017

    the glasses sit empty…
    waiting to be filled…
    wanting lips upon them…
    a laughing kiss…

    we drank here…
    by this blaze…
    dead leaves aflame…
    empty glasses…empty glasses…

    and more was poured…
    souls wanted…
    dreams confessed…
    filled…ah…to be filled…

    a thousand nights like tonight…
    a thousand words said…
    through silence…through silence…
    the wine…the wine was good…it was good…

    it’s taste still lingers in the morn…
    a bottle sits…
    the night is gone…
    my friend…my friend…

    the glasses sit empty…
    waiting to be filled…
    wanting lips upon them…
    a laughing kiss…

    cheers…

  • real…

    July 13th, 2017

    this coffee is awful…

    yes…

    what kind of a cow produces powdered milk…

    i don’t know…

    this is fake…not real…a fraud…

    it’s broken down…

    what…

    i say it’s broken down…

    milk…broken down…

    yes…into powdery bits…

    you think it’s good…

    i didn’t say that…i said it’s broken down…

    right…into powdery bits…

    yes…this whole world is broken down into powdery bits…the whole crazy world…bits everywhere…milk…meat…flying through space for Christ’s sakes…powdery bits…and you’re asking if i think it’s good or not…

    yes…yes i am…

    i don’t like the likes of it…not one bit…dot com this dot org that…powdery bits…as if it were imaginary…not real…just like this coffee and hazelnut creamer…this isn’t real…you think things in this world are real…

    don’t know really…

    well let me tell you something bub…it is not…this world is brought to you by your imaginary friends at Budweiser…

    the beer people…

    yes…

    are you saying they’re not real…

    they are imaginary…they imagine they’re yanks but they’re not…bunch of fucking germans…

    really…really….and what makes you the dilly-dally…what makes you so real…

    i refuse to participate…will not take part in this world…this imaginary place…that’s what sets me apart…

    really…

    yes…really…i’m no fool…i know what’s real…and this is not real…this life…it gets down to this…every morning i touch myself…my face…my hair…my legs…even the bits downstairs…and do you know why…eh…to see if i’m still real…to see if i actually exist…

    do you…

    i do…i do…

    more coffee…

    please…

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