hands
hover over a frozen keyboard
fictitious
swollen
with
anticipatory nonsense about whatever
day it might have been
before
the
sun chose to bounce
soundtrack bullshit
movies looped
on the backtrack of
the front one in first position
oscillate between
saliva and arctic monkeys backed by a
bickering david lee roth frank sinatra disaster
Keys!
held
outside...
again monday… until…and then
blue stains white canvas on
a tuesday to
tell
tales of a blank and forgotten review of…the day before I
was
a man over there
with a place or a heart
stuffing sacks
with lifetimes of bullshit broken
tattooed monkeys dancing on my back
pitter patters print patterns
on dirty kitchen floors
and recite long retarded elegies
of
doors closed before…
I…
step
trip
fall
forget
why?
step
trip
fall
....regret
step
trip
fall
forget
why?
step
trip
fall
....regret
...like a smack…
my night went black,
and my mind flew back…
…way back to
cracked bats and dope sacks
rebel flags and gun racks
bloodstains on
seatbacks
life sentence, no facts…
to stickball on street
blocks,
shootin’ hoops with my pops,
backstage with no props…
my “not yet” to her “stop”…
to love lit dimly by dashboard lights
soft
wet
slow
deep…
on warm Southern nights
hopes fears and dreams lives
sights unseen
and long flights…
and kicks
and claws
and
bites…
headstones and heartaches
stoned blind to see straight
fucking death to cheat fate
stayin’ clean for court
dates…
free lunch and food stamps
cold beds ‘neath street lamps
road blocks on off-ramps
fist fights with street
tramps…
picnics and kool-aid
mohawks and good grades
bad debts that were never paid
first time I got laid…
tattoos and deep scars
dark nights in slow bars
road trips in cheap cars
tall grass
bright stars
scrabble games and lost bets
first loves and first pets
warm chills
cold sweats
pigtails and soft skin
backseats and cold gin
open bibles and pure sin…
enemies and best friends
birthdays and beatdowns
new schools and new towns
handcuffs and shakedowns…
brain damage, but no frowns
drafting tables and table
saws
manicured nails and bloodied paws…
pomp, circumstance and security flaws
sham smiles sustained by
strong hand shakes
soul-selling scams with mile high stakes
shadow boxing clients – kings of the fake…
i’m your man, boss –
whatever it takes
broken promises, broken
homes
surrounded and still going home alone
more david allen coe – less joey ramone
reflections in the mirror i
would never condone
this world pits the dogs
against the cats
tell me who am I
to blame
the rats
when
what flies for real isn’t good
and what is true
never
was
never could
give me steel give me hope
or give
me wood
boardrooms
last rites
silk ties
lost fights
bright dreams
brighter lights
blue-collar trapped…
…inside
white
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