Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Flies buzzed
,then died, their tiny
bodies on the sill.
Meantime we get high,
Hey! Shit cost enough!
Later Dilsy wakes in grayest light
saying apartment’s filthy!--
and we’re not far behind it.
So, scrub ourselves 1st,
then clean the place! Deep-
ly for this once!
This boy pre-
fers clean to dirty I profess.
Could've fooled me!--her voice
remembered music nonetheless.
Labels: addiction, clean, dirty, drugs, Emily Dickenson, flies, stinks
Friday, July 27, 2018
Scenes
-White Nights?
-Furiously dance beyond exhaustion
on Speed and Ecstasy!
-Shit! Excluded because of my age!
-Brown Nights?
-I’d be lucky.
Labels: dancing, drugs, ecstasy, rave, Speed
Friday, November 10, 2017
Waif
rang the doorbell.
She was blue and
shivering.
And wanted to know
how to get to Sturgess
and Manley.
Dorrie took her inside
and gave her hot chocolate.
Mac and Leary came home
from late shifts, and all
had stronger stuff against
the cold.
Waif never left until...
I'll see quizzical her
again, I know.
"Let's...see..."
Dimples drilling into her cheeks.
"Take all the purple ones you want...?"
So so frail little thing.
"But watch out for..."
Shaking so with laughter as to
blur the weak rays angling in
from the street light.
"Or is is the opposite? Oh well..."
That last...
dusty...
Oh well.
Labels: drugs, friends, OD, waif
Friday, June 30, 2017
His life had been
The Appalachia
of Desire.
of Desire.
Everything wore out
but crazy love,
which wheezed,
lacking calories.
He switched rotgut
for opioid, burning
into, thereby,
Paradise!
The lovely mountains
and valleys spurned
for their inertia.
Labels: alcohol, drugs, hillbilly, opiod, rural
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
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Contemplating Ends in Jerome Falls
-Well, one week of Mohnaritin,
and nary a thought of suicide.
-Lucky you. I have them hourly.
And my Jeanette!
-Stratospheric?
-You know her well.
-Her fantasies...
-could be lousy movies!
-At...any rate, uh...
-Whole town's on Mohnaritin!
-You exaggerate?
-Oh? All my bakery route guys
and their wives. And at the
auto spring factory, they're
practically arrayed in candy dishes
all around the plant!
-All this to keep from going crazy?
-Or being the same. Jury out.
Labels: addiction, drugs, epidemic, mass addiction, nervous conditions, side effects
Tuesday, June 07, 2016
Working At the Sawmill
Carly, Accountant and owner’s wife,
always passed your check with some
remark.
With me, always the same. “Some overtime
in there. Maybe you can start on your
falling-down shed I pass each morning?”
Getting the materials! I promised.
Actually the shed was used for the Saturday
Get-Together featuring The Banjo Maniacs
with Delsey-Do!
She carried a keyboard and sang.
Mix in some moonshine and marijuana and
harder!
This whole part of the county looked forward
to it.
Well, it did eventually fall down. No surprise.
And firemen dug us out.
Mostly scrapes and bruises, but I, your funny MC, missed a month at the sawmill.
Carly sent a card, original name scratched out.
Labels: drugs, Fate, sawmill, Southern, Southern worker
Saturday, June 13, 2015
How happy after
suitable griefs
to raid the meds
of the deceased
with permission
of widow or -er.
There, the yearned-
for jiffy means
to lift or depress, fudge
or decorate pain. And when...
so finally doth ALL it flip, and thus
becometh one's own
grave wrench? Why,
pass on the stash!
A form of flash-
ing scholarship.
Labels: addiction, death, drugs, meds
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
Monday, February 24, 2014
Symptoms Most Profuse
Cures and Busy Aftermaths
He had physical every-
thing wrong, true, and
strongly bi-polar to boot.
So Mary Jane came along
and soothed, and soothed
it all. He’s a newly articulate fan
for legalization, and haughtily mad
for it. “Everything new is old again!” bays
Becca, his unsteady steady, exhausted.
Labels: cure, drug laws, drugs, Mary Jane, Medical Marijuana, militancy
Thursday, January 02, 2014
Heat of Darkness
Hooray For Hollywood
Sam totally black!
Uh uh! they say, bit
of lighter pigment
in all. Try a deep
cave. He dreams of
movie tarts sparked
by the exotic. Real
life results, nil.
Meantime, Curt, so white
as to be abstract, enters
the studio as a star. His
father runs the conglomerate
absorbing it. Extensive
filtration of bland looks and squeak-
y voice pull still further tricks. His
posse of pinks and browns rue-
fully enfold “Midnight Sam.” So they de-
cide one fast evening to paint him
Leonardo DiCaprio’s hue.
But the drugs wear down. Fortunately,
film noir making a comeback, and he
becomes a gangster therein, terror-
izing corn-fed blondes from the interior.
Labels: black, drugs, film noir, gangster, Hollywood, Leonardo DiCaprio
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Wrinkling the Universe
When Lucille left Bucky for the last time, he metamorphosed
into a sexual idiot.
The girls he bribed with presents should have spent
their time with the studs they craved, but they did think
he was funny. Funny.
At the end he hooked up with a real criminal, a woman
who extorted many before. Had served some time.
Unjustly in her intricately articulate view. Insanity!
His health, no wonder, went to shit.
Internist, of course, informed him he was killing
himself.
At this stage I met him again–-after mucho avoidance.
He asked for my sister’s number. I didn’t politely
withhold it, I told him flat out that he had lost his
character, and I wouldn’t inflict him on anybody I loved.
Or anybody, really.
He told me I wasn’t a friend. And that it was easy to be cold
with puny inexperience. And that girls were looking for
fun and sex and not quotes from Wallace Stevens!
So that last stung? Many have done as well.
He was stopped with his criminal on the Blue Route,
trunk of her powder blue Cadillac loaded with high-end
watches lifted from Sansom Street jewelers.
And toasters. Toasters!
Cocaine in passenger door. He rode next to it,
knowing or not. So, in deepest shit.
I don’t say this lightly, but better he should die.
Narcissus cannot rehab, knowing more than
the rest of us combined.
No, I’m not just nursing the hurt he gave me...maybe a little.
But the issues are larger here if we wish to continue with
some kind of moral, and not animalistic, world. Okay,
sounds pretentious. I must own it though, since I do feel
that way.
There always exists the risk everywhere that “cool”
people will call you asshole. Courageous individuals
relish it. I’m not there yet.
But I call them as I see them, however tremulously.
When Lucille left Bucky for the last time, he metamorphosed
into a sexual idiot.
The girls he bribed with presents should have spent
their time with the studs they craved, but they did think
he was funny. Funny.
At the end he hooked up with a real criminal, a woman
who extorted many before. Had served some time.
Unjustly in her intricately articulate view. Insanity!
His health, no wonder, went to shit.
Internist, of course, informed him he was killing
himself.
At this stage I met him again–-after mucho avoidance.
He asked for my sister’s number. I didn’t politely
withhold it, I told him flat out that he had lost his
character, and I wouldn’t inflict him on anybody I loved.
Or anybody, really.
He told me I wasn’t a friend. And that it was easy to be cold
with puny inexperience. And that girls were looking for
fun and sex and not quotes from Wallace Stevens!
So that last stung? Many have done as well.
He was stopped with his criminal on the Blue Route,
trunk of her powder blue Cadillac loaded with high-end
watches lifted from Sansom Street jewelers.
And toasters. Toasters!
Cocaine in passenger door. He rode next to it,
knowing or not. So, in deepest shit.
I don’t say this lightly, but better he should die.
Narcissus cannot rehab, knowing more than
the rest of us combined.
No, I’m not just nursing the hurt he gave me...maybe a little.
But the issues are larger here if we wish to continue with
some kind of moral, and not animalistic, world. Okay,
sounds pretentious. I must own it though, since I do feel
that way.
There always exists the risk everywhere that “cool”
people will call you asshole. Courageous individuals
relish it. I’m not there yet.
But I call them as I see them, however tremulously.
Labels: criminal, drugs, excess, integrity, mid-life crisis, personality, sexual gluttony, stealing, youth
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Up to Here
Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
For the addict the fix
is all of life. Why it’s
called addiction. My
quarrel with films depicting
endless runs of subtlety to
acquire, then absorb, shit. Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
Labels: addiction, boredom, cleverness, drugs, fix
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Blogs
One fellow writes of vicious
politics today, & sticks
in paragraph about his cat.
I like people like that. Hit save.
Not sly asskissers knowing how
to go w/the flow (u know who u are),
but mortals in their
own whacked sphere.
Marching to different drummer? Yeah &
sufficient for present, though some-
times the drum gets caved in,
drummer down in the corner,
crapped out on some powder
or searing liquid.
One fellow writes of vicious
politics today, & sticks
in paragraph about his cat.
I like people like that. Hit save.
Not sly asskissers knowing how
to go w/the flow (u know who u are),
but mortals in their
own whacked sphere.
Marching to different drummer? Yeah &
sufficient for present, though some-
times the drum gets caved in,
drummer down in the corner,
crapped out on some powder
or searing liquid.
Labels: blogs, cat, drugs, drummer
Sunday, October 24, 2010
After Scorching Alleged Drug Damage
“Beat” Speaker Blanks
okay
shelves fall away
up there moreso
w/you guys just
from the wry debris
and junk
DNA can’t fish out anything
resembling thought it’s
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
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Side Effects
-Our lawyer says they're full of shit.
-Well the warning was specific, though pill mostly placebo, really.
-It got her sure enough.
-Terrible! Did she actually turn...?
-Purple. Except her eyes, Corn-Yellow as can be, and popping out.
Then the shriek! Jesus!
-And that's all she wrote.
-No, she wasn't writing anything.
-Just an expression.
-Anyway...just to lose five pounds.
-I'm worried about any settlement. Language of disclaimer.
-They nailed how it happened to her, thirteen paragraphs.
-500 words alone on the popping eyes.
-Almost a promise.
-Our lawyer says they're full of shit.
-Well the warning was specific, though pill mostly placebo, really.
-It got her sure enough.
-Terrible! Did she actually turn...?
-Purple. Except her eyes, Corn-Yellow as can be, and popping out.
Then the shriek! Jesus!
-And that's all she wrote.
-No, she wasn't writing anything.
-Just an expression.
-Anyway...just to lose five pounds.
-I'm worried about any settlement. Language of disclaimer.
-They nailed how it happened to her, thirteen paragraphs.
-500 words alone on the popping eyes.
-Almost a promise.
Labels: drugs, side effects
