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Poet Introduction
I'm just a cowboy. I've got some stories to tell and some scores to settle.
Ballpoint Pen
It bugs me when I leave the point out
Find it laying on my desk
Exposed and nude
I'm always in a rush
Multitaskers are like that
Jumbles of thoughts
A constant parade of manic
That's where the creativity is though
Still the point out
Reminds me of my youth
My Mom reminding me of my faults
She meant well, an indelible mark remains
Got a headache
Met with the boss today
He digs my work
Stressed out still , Performance anxiety always
Find it laying on my desk
Exposed and nude
I'm always in a rush
Multitaskers are like that
Jumbles of thoughts
A constant parade of manic
That's where the creativity is though
Still the point out
Reminds me of my youth
My Mom reminding me of my faults
She meant well, an indelible mark remains
Got a headache
Met with the boss today
He digs my work
Stressed out still , Performance anxiety always
838 reads
12 Comments
Praying to Bukowski
I drank all my available liquor in my cabinet
Then I quit drinking for 3 weeks
I don't have an alcohol problem
Just wanted to lose a few pounds
Truth is I didn't miss the booze
Started exercising again
Felt some clarity in my brain pocket
Problem was, I missed myself
That little bit of libation cheered my soul
Took the edge off work which is stressful and annoying
Friday night I poured 3 fingers of Basil Hayden's neat
Eased back in my living room and sipped slow
Felt the beautiful fire and glow
At peace with my whiskey
Back to an old...
Then I quit drinking for 3 weeks
I don't have an alcohol problem
Just wanted to lose a few pounds
Truth is I didn't miss the booze
Started exercising again
Felt some clarity in my brain pocket
Problem was, I missed myself
That little bit of libation cheered my soul
Took the edge off work which is stressful and annoying
Friday night I poured 3 fingers of Basil Hayden's neat
Eased back in my living room and sipped slow
Felt the beautiful fire and glow
At peace with my whiskey
Back to an old...
880 reads
20 Comments
Fate Think
I don't drive by choice
Living in New York City
Cars are a hassle
I'd probably get stopped for driving too slow
Last car was a '73 yellow AMC Hornet
Totally unsexy
My father bought it for me
I was psyched, it had FM radio
Quite frankly I'm not in a driver head anymore
I feel safer on the subway at 1am
then driving on the FDR
Nobody cares if I text on the 6 train
I kinda morphed off here
This poem was supposed to be political
About the fate of being born white
Where you get special privileges even if...
Living in New York City
Cars are a hassle
I'd probably get stopped for driving too slow
Last car was a '73 yellow AMC Hornet
Totally unsexy
My father bought it for me
I was psyched, it had FM radio
Quite frankly I'm not in a driver head anymore
I feel safer on the subway at 1am
then driving on the FDR
Nobody cares if I text on the 6 train
I kinda morphed off here
This poem was supposed to be political
About the fate of being born white
Where you get special privileges even if...
726 reads
8 Comments
Flannel Shirt
I haven't washed it in awhile
I wear it for work
It's got a rugged look
Works well for my gritty job
It doesn't smell
If just has my aura
It's a size Large
It will swim on you
I want you to be braless underneath
So when I run my hands all over you
I can feel your amazing large tits
Setting off explosions in my lower brain
So that's today's fantasy
What do you think ?
We can go out for Mac and Cheese and beer later
Blue collar all the way babe
I wear it for work
It's got a rugged look
Works well for my gritty job
It doesn't smell
If just has my aura
It's a size Large
It will swim on you
I want you to be braless underneath
So when I run my hands all over you
I can feel your amazing large tits
Setting off explosions in my lower brain
So that's today's fantasy
What do you think ?
We can go out for Mac and Cheese and beer later
Blue collar all the way babe
833 reads
23 Comments
Children of Privilege on Mass Transit
Children are wonderful
If they are your own or you're related to them
However when on a New York City bus
All bets are off whether they are your own or not
Mass transit is about getting people places
It's not about Romper Room, babysitting or singing lessons
If you live here, you already are nodding in agreement
If you're just visiting , you're horrified
The little darlings use the bus experience
as a begging platform for everything they feel entitled too
Iphones, weekends in the Hamptons, pedicures, even for the dudes
Are...
If they are your own or you're related to them
However when on a New York City bus
All bets are off whether they are your own or not
Mass transit is about getting people places
It's not about Romper Room, babysitting or singing lessons
If you live here, you already are nodding in agreement
If you're just visiting , you're horrified
The little darlings use the bus experience
as a begging platform for everything they feel entitled too
Iphones, weekends in the Hamptons, pedicures, even for the dudes
Are...
758 reads
17 Comments
Aftershave Redux
Splashing on aftershave
I used to wear years ago
When I was all about citrus
Sunny sky charm
Still love the scent
Feels different now
Like putting on an old fav shirt
Maybe a little tight but still with hope
I used to wear years ago
When I was all about citrus
Sunny sky charm
Still love the scent
Feels different now
Like putting on an old fav shirt
Maybe a little tight but still with hope
666 reads
6 Comments
Don't Let Technology Kill the Lemonade
Of all the things I hold dear
Lemonade is right near the top of the list
Sweet and tart
Like the way I love my women
I read my wife the first stanza
Ask her if it's brilliant
Very brilliant she says with a laugh
Then goes back to putting away laundry
We're addicted to technology
Even though it will kill us all
Pen and paper motherfucker
Squeeze the lemons before they squeeze you
Lemonade is right near the top of the list
Sweet and tart
Like the way I love my women
I read my wife the first stanza
Ask her if it's brilliant
Very brilliant she says with a laugh
Then goes back to putting away laundry
We're addicted to technology
Even though it will kill us all
Pen and paper motherfucker
Squeeze the lemons before they squeeze you
674 reads
18 Comments
We Get into Bed at Night
We both have physical jobs
By 11 or 11:30 we're spent
She gives our 15 year old puppy her meds
I watch her amazed by her humor and gentleness
We'll be married 26 years tomorrow
A lot of laughs and love
I always say the same thing about sleep
We're like cellphones needing to recharge
Sometimes we get close
Body on body, side by side
Old marrieds, touching, romancing, grateful
In the morning, coffee and conversation, then out the door
By 11 or 11:30 we're spent
She gives our 15 year old puppy her meds
I watch her amazed by her humor and gentleness
We'll be married 26 years tomorrow
A lot of laughs and love
I always say the same thing about sleep
We're like cellphones needing to recharge
Sometimes we get close
Body on body, side by side
Old marrieds, touching, romancing, grateful
In the morning, coffee and conversation, then out the door
702 reads
22 Comments
Forget Redemption, Pour Me Another Drink
The beauty of aging is often overlooked
Many spend their time lamenting past mistakes
Woulda, coulda, shoulda is a malaise of harm
Rather than regret, the mantra should be to celebrate
The celebration is the mind
Now rounded instead of channeling agnst
Wisdom comes easier now
You get that bonus for fighting all the fights
I've learned from my mistakes
Though challenges still abound
I'd be fine if I could just find my damn glasses
Screw redemption, pour me another drink
Many spend their time lamenting past mistakes
Woulda, coulda, shoulda is a malaise of harm
Rather than regret, the mantra should be to celebrate
The celebration is the mind
Now rounded instead of channeling agnst
Wisdom comes easier now
You get that bonus for fighting all the fights
I've learned from my mistakes
Though challenges still abound
I'd be fine if I could just find my damn glasses
Screw redemption, pour me another drink
946 reads
18 Comments
Intrude
Intruding
Demanding
Failing
Recoil
Waiting
You call my bluff
Return
Momentary
House of cards
Gale wind
Collapsing
Honesty within despair
The dance
Over and over
Same lies
Power line down
Demanding
Failing
Recoil
Waiting
You call my bluff
Return
Momentary
House of cards
Gale wind
Collapsing
Honesty within despair
The dance
Over and over
Same lies
Power line down
658 reads
4 Comments
Around this Time
My Mom would have been 92 on September 4th
She passed in the autumn of 2014
Made a surprise visit on her 90th birthday
We had a corned beef sandwich together
Probably her last meal out
I tear up as I write this
It's a rough patch of time
in the days before her birthday
I'll feel better on September 5th
Marching on
She passed in the autumn of 2014
Made a surprise visit on her 90th birthday
We had a corned beef sandwich together
Probably her last meal out
I tear up as I write this
It's a rough patch of time
in the days before her birthday
I'll feel better on September 5th
Marching on
682 reads
7 Comments
Edit
I'm editing more now
You know when it doesn't read right
Returning to fix is half the fun
It's digital babe, no more white-out
You know when it doesn't read right
Returning to fix is half the fun
It's digital babe, no more white-out
748 reads
18 Comments
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