listenin’ to silence…

wanna call her… what would you say… don’t know…been so long…maybe I wouldn’t say anything…just listen to her…listen to what she has to say… probably get an earful… probably…got it comin’ to me…didn’t listen to her for the longest time…didn’t hear her when she said things had to change…didn’t respond to that voice…silent voice that […]

ain’t nothin’ free…

you’re always talkin’ ’bout leavin’…as if it were a theme…a way of livin’…get to one place…stay a spell…’fore you know it you’re back on the road again…takin’ off to some other town… guess so… ever gonna settle down…take up some kinda roots…can’t you just accept the fact that you’re gettin’ too old for all this […]

the desk…

appointment cards and old baseball tickets sat on his desk next to an empty bottle of Vraylar…roll of toilet paper…books…and a silver mug to piss in when the bathroom down the hall was occupied lay on the wooden piece of furniture that stood in his dad’s office for years …ever since he could remember…built by […]

woman was onna mission…

her days off were spent drinkin’…she’d drive to the liquor store come Saturday morn religiously…looked for the best deals…Fireball…Paddy’s whiskey…bottles of cheap vodka…red wines…whatever was on sale… woman was onna mission… many times she couldn’t wait till she got home to start…placed spirits in plastic sippy cups…the kind she used to give her daughter on […]

on to you…

someone’s following me… watching every step… taking notes… thought I caught her eye a day ago… ’round the corner… camera in her hand… snapping my every move… pictures of me drinking coffee…eating breakfast at a restaurant…getting into a cab…kissing a woman under an elm in the park… she’s documenting my life… who is she working […]

dancer in Dallas…

she was wild…couldn’t break her…just kept buckin’ the whole time…legs would almost ‘come unhinged…tell her to stop…whoa…whoa…wouldn’t listen…had to do things her way…crazed…out of her mind… one night she went really nuts…never could get enough to drink…was never finished…had three or four tequilas right inna row…backed with Dos Equis…dark kind…kept sayin’…,more…more…more…,she was onna mission…she was […]

cigarettes outside a funeral home…

why’dya come… felt I had to… barely knew the guy… well enough… been years since I’ve seen you…you haven’t changed…no gray hair…no lines…haven’t aged at all… oh…my body’s pretty beat up…tired alot…age shows in different ways… where you been… all over…was out East for awhile…New York…Philadelphia…Baltimore…traveling ’round…workin’ here and there…makin’ ends meet… hear ya… you… […]