Thursday, June 08, 2017
The Cowboys of Desire
throng KMart's closing
sale. Nicknames abound.
Perfume=Stinkwater,
Panties=Manhole Covers.
All this said, not yodeled.
Meanwhile, Back at the Raunch,
The objects of these Cowboys
remove “covers” for others
more urgent, though less
clever. But Sagebrush
Desirers a forgiving bunch,
and after compulsory therapies
of booze and drugs, endow
the sliders with said
perfumes and panties.
(Mid Cottonwood glide
and murmur, and cactus
melodies.)
Latter gift seizes each day
of week in florescent script.
Promising freshness in
the tired, tired
Old West.
Labels: booze, cowboy, drugs, gifts, Old West, relationships, rural lifestyle, taste, West
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Always One
So the left-idiots tag us with “Benghazi Party?”
We decide to have a Benghazi Party!
Some come as corpses.
Great weed and super platinum booze, all
contributed by suck-ass lobbyists.
Only one sour note: stupid fuck brings a
real gun and shoots out the kitchen globe.
Shower of glass.
Always a stupid fuck!
Labels: Benghazi, Benghazi Party, booze, lobbyist, Republican, weed
Friday, November 14, 2014
Christophers
“Face your monsters, throttle some, have them
come out of you into the miasma etc.”
The guys drink to this, and another man comes
by on the road, then down to his knees.
The road a dark moon of blacker trees.
“Mother! I worked and worked! But the women
and the booze, and later all the drugs and I
never came close to your dreams for me! But I’m
your little Honey-Boy. I’m still your little Christopher!”
“Next time I dress as him. I’d been missing the horror,”
Chups tells Bester.
“What’s horror all about, anyway?”
“Living.”
...
'Twas very dark on Hallowe'en,
With not a speck of light;
The clouds had just passed o'er the moon,
And silent was the night.
The clouds had just passed o'er the moon,
And silent was the night.
We waited in a lonely grove
And then a ghost went by;
We were too scared to run away,
And much too old to cry;
We were too scared to run away,
And much too old to cry.
It had a wide and flaming mouth,
Its eyes were glowing too;
If you had seen it, I am sure,
It would have frightened you!
If you had seen it, I am sure,
It would have frightened you!
But then the glowing light went dim,
And ev'rybody said
Was only Christopher
With such a pumpkin head!
That it was only Christopher,
With such a pumpkin head!*
*Swedish Traditional
Labels: booze, drugs, Halloween, Mother, regret, Swedish, tragedy, wrecked lives
Sunday, May 25, 2014
2 clerks inside the music store
The Process of Certain Arts
-The gathering of guitar students out there.
-Raw beginners and somewhat advanced.
-The latter pretty good.
-One person hangs apart. Royalty. Doesn’t
speak to any of them.
-The Master Teacher comes rarely, and
only for him.
-He’s so terrific, you’d think nothing
left to teach him.
-Little things here and there.
-Anyway, they’ll hafta hurry. Master
Teacher goes on tour in a month.
-Then our new artist joins the band
backing some mega star. Already signed.
He'll get solos when she rests.
-Didn’t know that. And! After all the years
of booze and broads and drugs and acclaim...?
-It’s back here as the new Master Teacher.
Twenty pounds lighter and nerves about shot!
-How many more of these cycles we got left,
before we die or retire?
-Same.
Labels: and rock n roll, booze, cycle, drugs, guitar, Master Teacher, Music, music instruction
Saturday, September 12, 2009
A Female Hoarseness Floats Into My Window
Recognized it in the past
as particular to booze
& cigarettes &
don’t know enough
about drugs to define
the modern equation.
Labels: booze, cigarettes, drugs
