Thursday, December 3, 2020
Wednesday, December 2, 2020
It tastes like wood and grass, like
broken glass. There’s a smokiness
about everything about it. It’s aged
nine years. It took this stuff almost
a decade to reach me. I know
what it did with its time.
What’d I do with mine?
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
on Christmas Day
to begin preparing:
farm table laden with ham,
scalloped potatoes, hot rolls,
small gifts neatly wrapped.
Then she waits
beside the fire,
watching the road.
Outside, snow falls
on the vanishing prairie.
Monday, November 30, 2020
Night fishing with Felix the Cat
a Sheephead is flopping on concrete
pulled out of the soup over the sea wall
behind Cobo Hall where the Mothers
of Invention just finished doing a show.
It’s a swallowed-the-hook dilemma
with the 20 pound test line tangled
in the landing net and lead sinker
with Felix loaded on Ludes
struggling with needle nose pliers
I waltz over with a flash to spotlight
the oral surgery & gullet probing
when a crowd of hippies gather
goggle eyed and loud chanting
about Mud Sharks & Trout Masks.
Felix gets distracted by a girl
in a halter & mini & he starts up
singing Watch me, Watch me, I got it…
When he tugs at the silver fish too hard
out comes the hook & digs in his forearm.
His little queenie jumps back teetering
on her platform heels to move off
with her gang while kicking over a row
of green bottles of Mickey’s Big Mouths
our lineup of dead soldiers Clink, Clink, Clink.
Sunday, November 29, 2020
It's just something to escape and sometimes keep us going.
It starts out easy and seldom ends well.
But it's always memorable in some fashion or the other.
Drugs didn't start with us, but I believe I have done my share
to promote my addictions and exploit my vices.
From the simple joys of alcohol, to the overindulgence of cocaine.
Drugs aren't for everyone because they're really expensive.
But building ships in bottles and collecting ceramic elephants just doesn't seem as cool.
As burning out from a swift decline.
Anything in the name of art and good time.
See ya kids, I need to go meet my dealer and I never like to be late for my doctor's appointment.
I really wish that quack would lend me that pad and I would happily write out my own prescription.
I guess he doesn't trust a junkie.
Kind of strange being he never seemed to mind helping create one.
Saturday, November 28, 2020
If you have ever had glue
where you should have had
stitches because you were too
drunk to shut up, just shut up
and you couldn’t hold onto your
seat, hell, you couldn’t even
hold onto the floor and
you showed me yours when
I couldn’t even find mine
I’d say that was a pretty
good time and I’d say let’s
do this again, soon, real soon,
but maybe we’ll start earlier
and not drink so much so fast
and you can decide if we go fast
or go slow and maybe the glue
will be enough.
Friday, November 27, 2020
they were dark places with
places for the ugly among us
to hide by candlelight and
beer wine and spirits
back then the bartender
bought your third drink if you tipped
on the first two rounds
and told dirty jokes
if that’s what you wanted
and if not
they’d leave you alone
these English pubs lack spirit
the lights are on at full blast and
just the television blaring
inane quiz shows that are always on
give me an American bar
somewhere in the upper midwest
with a shuffleboard table
and dim lights
where beer is served
by the pitcher
and everybody knows your name
even if they won’t admit it
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