FLY

We're all gunna ride the big wave to the salt lick in the sky.
Don't know why I give a shit weather I live or die.
Just wanna get bombed and go out with a blast
Like Hunter S. says
They can all kiss my ass.
I'm too fat to fly
Too drunk to fuck
Mix'in rum and tequila
a straight up juicer
tomorrow the week-end
will never die
We're all gunna ride the big wave to the salt lick in the sky.
WOWA YAH BABY!
It's all gunna fly
Mix'n rum and Tequila
too fat to fly.

Vengeance

She went by the name of Candy-Slice, dusty blond and busty. She as well had a background of abuse, that in part was what she was running from. Ken-Rex was her old man. He'd done time for a number of things, when she spoke of him it was with a lustful fear. Lil' Jimmy was fearless assuring her safety. They shacked up in his trailer down on the bayou. All the while she teased nearly every young man, man or boy she came across, always living in harms way. And when she shot pool, she shot it like she shot a gun, with a vengeance.

Childhood

Sure Jimmy had a hard childhood and thats what jaded him as a man , but it gave him a strength comparable to no other. He fought his way through juvenile detention and brawled in pool halls and bars. He drove fast and without a conscience. Thats how he met her. She at the side of the road with a ripped cowboy shirt, dirty denim jeans and a half crazy look in her eyes. She brought him more than lust, she carried a bag full of trouble.

Sister

Lil" Jimmy remembered mud on the soles of his shoes, a pocket of marbles, a pocket-watch that never kept time and being late for chores. He remembered the lash of his fathers black belt and the redened welts on his backside sharp as the knife on his belt. There was a Widemouth Bass he had cought only to have taken by the neighbours adolescent son. Bullies, Lil Jimmy remembered bullies and his hatred toward them. He remembered his sister being raped and how empty it left her. Jimmy had been a good brother. Sure he had silently watched his sister and her friends undress and tease one another through a hole he had widdled in the wall between their rooms. He knew it wasn't right, the way he was aroused by even his own sister, once he came he never thought of her in this way.

Lil' Jimmy

He took him down through the rusted barbed wire fence past the blackbirds spitting sunflower seeds. He took him past the gator holes. The smell of dried blood and fear fueled his anxiety as chickens and a saxophone sounded in the distance. Lil' Jimmy knew it was over when they approached the swamp's slippery edge. He heard one shot, a loud bang. Lil' Jimmy fell to his knees, then to the awaiting swamp water. His eyes went murky, blood filled his mouth, the ringing of the gun shot echoed in his ears. The warm swamp water gentled the loss of air. Lil' Jimmy's life past before him,the abuse and juvy, his first lay and the smell of joy, his young girlfriend's hair and the taste of her lips, the contour of her body. His mother with outreached hands, crying and calling to him from a distance.

My Girl

I burnt her there
the dark haired one
on a can
She
was the last to go
my favorite one
The night
still young
she was the one
the last one
I held
I grasped her
till the end
fell near
Now I can say
"I'm shit outta beer"

Green

She
was looking for
a dime bag
I
was looking to get
rid of a hangover
The river past by
green
Wasn't that the
color she was
looking for
I rode the flow of
the river
down stream
away from her
and had a
beer

Sparks Fly

I'm content to listen
to the train
brake
and the metal
squeel
Sparks fly
benieth a
near full moon
with scotch in hand

Young girls go to the bar
to stretch into their
new jeans
Some of the old men
go to watch
Some of the boys
go to bounce their balls
and be noticed

I go to drink
and sit alone
Too old for the young
and too sane
for the old

Young guys
can carry on about
current nothingness
Old guys search for
for someone
to listen

I'm content to listen
to the train
brake

11:00pm and quiet

Where
where are you now Athena
As I am so
very alone
You and Japhy
on that over stuffed plane
breathing stale air
While I
sit creekside
in the sun
to have my
first beer
I've only the girl
on the beer can
to accompany me
and the smell of you
in memory
You,
not to worry
I can make it
on my own
Without you helping
my every decision
I have
a pizza pretzel
and beer
and the sun
in my face
and the sound of the creek
at my side
I have
heartburn on my hands
and
and, grease around the corner
and that was the end of
my pen
Good night Athena

Story Teller

Just then two wayward British girls in their late twenties come to sit on the bench facing us and notice our bottle. “No bother if you drink here?” “Not here or anywhere else in Mexico as far as I’m aware.” The girls are fresh off the plane out for their first night. “Care to join us for some poetry and wine?” “You are both poets?” “Si, this is my great poet accomplice Miguel, writer of fine poetry and wandering international artist. And I, I am Jack Hines story teller and renowned wino of present fortune.” The girls look at one another searching for guidance and courage. The thinner blond one while looking directly at her brunet friend says “ Maybe we’ll fetch our own bottle, where’s the nearest vender?” “The tienda on the corner sells wine, beer and a vast array of libations.” “You mean that store there, just across the way?” That’s the very one indeed.” I’m on a roll and running blind. The girls perk up and introduce themselves but I only ever retain names for anymore than a brief interlude, so I go ahead and disregard the challenge. The brunet dashes cross the way and returns with an expensive bottle of French wine, which I open for them like a gentleman of stature. After only a couple of sips the girls are loosening up. “How long have you two been in Mexico?” the blond questions. “It feels like home, I’ve been here so long,” replies Miguel. “And I am merely passing through on an expedition of a lifetime.” I offer with gusto. “How long are you girls here for?” Miguel questions. “Possibly a fort night, we want to make our way north to America by spring.” “Yes, eventually to the beach at Venice California.” “Ah, the desire of adventure, that’s what brought Jack here.” “That so Jack? The blond asks. “Yah Jack tell them how you came to be a humble wino poet and story teller in the streets of this fare city.”