Goldilocks swallows

i'm easy like yellow before nine o'clock

that dirty w***e, red digital mindache

struck like dropped flies

old fashioned diner, window seat

rich mashed potatoes, gravy leaking onto the turkey

glass of milk

refill the ashtray

salt thrown to the four corners of my universe

blank, head bowed

and i needed it like a sweaty crotch

Big Mama says, "why don't you come down and get it?"

my tunnels always cave in behind me

they're not sure

illusions only occupied my time

could get 'em for a buck seventy nine at the Haji Mart

a couple blocks over

could sell 'em for cheaper than

her whisper, my river, the raft, one man's sunshine

could be concealed without much trouble

sometimes i'm in a grainy 1870s set western

and everybody starts shooting

would i feel it if it caught me?

gave in to exhaustion, not sleeping

wander aimless around the window

streetlights, misprints

anything else

stretched out like baseball diamonds

home plate to deep right center

like the better one night stands leave me tore up till midafternoon

and by then it was useless

discarded like love stories

remembered in fleeting moments

at the bus stop in deepest, darkest Detroit

comes into focus

daisies i'd picked with nothing going through my head

but the wind

blue sky backdrop sways theatrically

greens i'd never had the pleasure to know

i don't sweat it

though i'd like to believe it every couple of days or so

it must've been a waxed little Cadillac

i recognized the shine

on my body it causes heat

did i learn anything?

sometimes from behind the Neighborhood Watch sign

it sets off them Black Cats

crackle and burn

i feel

dry

snap the whip 'round the bone

and she's got it all figured out

declines to comment

listening to pop radio till it gives out

gone too far down the dial

i trail off... another word silenced

as we drift farther apart

Reviews

[tigerclaw]

This is so inspiring..you are speaking my language with your ink bro..love the truth and vibes that reside in your words...tight!

[Christie Moses]

this is raw...! love it and totally adore the title.lol Your style reminds me alot of bukowski. Very real.