The F-King

Jesus those girls are good looking
Who is he? one said
He,
He is the great Fellatio King
Smiling,encrusted by pleasure
He will be buried
on his back
smiling
with the smell of
wine drunk women
The F-King with
scabs on his knees
licking at
everything
half drunk on
wine
Hiding in the shadows of
night
scraping his knees
on the
blacktop

Down the 95

The day was hot
the kind of heat
found beneath the covers
not quite as hot as
a lesbian discovering
her girlfriend pregnant
It's all sweaty
Knocked off a couple a brew
round the White House table
slow movin'
as the breeze past
the open doors
A $1700. Keno winner
bought a couple rounds
Straight pipes roar
down the 95
bring me home
hair straight back
and bugs in my teeth

Dragonflies

As summer inches its way into fall
like a dying old man struggling for one last breath
if one listens closely
one can hear the flutter of dragonflies fucking
and fish jumping
and drunks drinking
and thinkers thinking,
one can hear fall rolling down the hill
with cold nights whispering promise
of frost
as the lakes drain slowly into the fading creeks
if one listens closely
one can hear the flutter of dragonflies fucking

Young Mother

Buffalo chips
Biscuits and gravy
Rain and a
cold bottle a Bud
Love Montana
and the Old Timer Cafe
Columbia Falls
Night owl and The Back Room
Young mother
Short mini skirt
Chewen tobacco
and loud cowboys
Drunk soldiers on leave
5 pieces of Halibut
5 mini corn dogs
for an appetizer
Fry bread and breaded everything
Fries and baked potatoes on the same plate
Wrangler jeans
and girls who rope calves
I'm getting full just writing this
I guess it's the scenery
that I love about Montana

quiet

It’s so fucken quiet
I can hear my sickness
It’s so fucken quiet I can hear my dick think
It’s so fucken quiet I can hear my ice melt
And feel the cards dealt
It’s so fucken quiet my toast burns
As my stomach turns
It’s so fucken quiet I can hear the church bells ring
And the gospel girls sing
It’s so fucken quiet I can feel my conscience drink

She Was

She walked the highwire
above the crowd
she hid in the shadows as
they cried out loud
she wasn't the
main act
but they had seen her before
the custodian and his Mrs.
had blown her kisses
beneath the sky full of stars
she walked the highwire
with scars on her arm
she wasn't the main act
and fearfull of nothing
the custodian and his Mrs.
were there with the kisses
beneath the sky full of stars

Red Wine

“Here’s to red wine stains on your pages of poetry, here’s to money in your pocket, here’s to women in your bed and here’s to food in your satchel.” We cheered to every allowable occasion until we drank the entire bottle of wine. “What say we find us another bottle of red?” Miguel agrees as we enter into the evening of bat filled skies. Our bench is vacant in the center of town. Save for the only acquaintance that of pigeon shit. I always carry a corkscrew in my satchel along with my writings and anticipations. The bottle open and breathing on the cobblestones at our feet, Miguel commences reading me one of his poems about the sadness of losing his right to fatherhood.
I write of a young boy living with no father
The one I was forced to leave.
He sits sadly on a corner
With each breath he takes
It’s the sadness that I breathe.
His face covered by dirt and blankness
with no one to throw the ball.
He’s the one I was forced to leave behind
The one I’ll never rescue from a fall.

U.S.A.

drunken fuck
I knocked over the last of the
Canadian whiskey
there's still beer in a short glass
and pieces of me
floating down the
Clark Fork river
I'm not even in a bad mood
there's still beer
and the night sky
if I don't drop
my little silver pen
many more pages to write
The Russian craft
has a mind of her own
it's a damn shame she can't produce
alcohol on the run.
The fire runs short
burn my fingers
lighting it up
all the fires are burning
back in Canada eh!
there's most likely nothing I prefer
than a good drink
and campfire smoke

Red Hair and Big Tits

He picked me up in the convertible, well actually me and my roomate's ol' lady. She had red hair, big tits and a great ass, we used to refer to her simply as "Tits". It was just following my fall from the cliff. I had broken my shoulder and had a cast on my leg, stomach and nose filled with stitches.
He wanted to go to the beach to see if he could get laid. We rounded the first corner pure and true. The second caught my hand between the fence and the door.... Busted!
With a broken left shoulder and a cast on my leg, my right hand bleeding and a redhead sharing a bucket seat we headed for home. Down to the slum house on Bordon St. He hit the gas hard as we made the right angle turn turning left at the overpass, the passenger door flew wide open. There I was on my ass with a broken left shoulder, a bleeding right hand, stomach and nose filled with stitches, a cast on my leg and a pair of purple Adidas silk shorts skidding atop the pavement with an ass full of pain holding my hand in the air like I was calling out "Bingo"
Well fuck the convertible and a corner with speed
a redhead was in the passenger seat with big tits and a great ass
and she was my roomate's ol' lady.