Got It Made?

I'm so exhausted
of only being half way there.
I'm so tired
of forgetting how to care.
I'm far too busy,
to believe in
what is nearly here.
I'm so damn tired
of the bullshit that surrounds me.
I'm too damn waisted
to know what's really there.
And you know
sometimes I don't even care.
Most the time
I know I've got it made,
I just need to learn
how to open up my eyes.
I only have to learn
what's really fair.
It's all around me
the fools and distractions.
I only have to look
and there it's in the mirror.

Eating Pills

Took the Bone Man over the mountain
drank beer and smoked
watched him spew pills onto the cabin floor,
called to a black bear
just for fun
and drank far beyond last call.

Afraid of new surroundings
but comfort in friends.
Came home a day early
to hospital smiles.
Eddy, drunk in the rear seat
talked us back East.

The stories will be
more fun to tell
than time spent.
But I can see him now
with a smile on his face.

Jack's Old Friend

Jack had an old friend stop by today
just for a quick eight beers
it was good timing
Jack had a pocket full of dollars
and no shit in his bloodstream
they talked about writing and the fact that neither of them had been discovered and that the most likely never would be
the sun reflected in the still bayou waters
as the unopened Budweiser lie in the shade along the old wooden chairs
in the distance a harmonica sounded
it was a lazy still afternoon and the buzz was just right
Jack had been drinking consecutively for four days
although, he had managed to make it to work for the last couple of days
He had rat and mouse shit falling from his hair and was thankful they were drinking from the can
Jack sobered around the fourth beer
and kicked his old friend out
said he had to take care of some business with the Miss's
his old buddy took right wise
and found a tree to piss under on the way out

Edit Me

light's down low
dream'n through cob webs
and the cold scream of a squirrel dying
life's in the grace of your hands
don't load the shit you stole on me
my guns loaded as gun barrel blues
gunna take it all away
like melting ice
like velvet red sins
it's all I own
take em or leave me alone
the whole shit'n caboodle
born out of emptiness
it's all good with god and me
open eyes to blind
me

Better to burn out than fade away

He's widely misunderstood
What went wrong
was it when his mother
or maybe when his father died
His flame put out by smoke
Him on an old steal horse
running atop freedom
A philosopher
with courage to say
what others condemn
Many they point fingers
cause they simply don't understand
He's "The Free Realtor"
giving away mountains to passer-bys
Oh I've seen him screaming drunk
looking darkness in the eye
He's widely misunderstood
a man made of passion
but they'll condemn him
cause they don't know
where else to point

At Home

Nothing but time
to watch ant wings fall
and fire smoke
giving angels cancer
Time would taste better with brandy
rusty tales to tell
thoughts come and go
as ashes fall atop ant wings
Something magic happens
when your surrounded by tall trees.

donde esta me mota?

I've only now became strong enough to drink on the rocks
It's a delayed sense.
A skunk crept by our window
as I was taking a piss
that made me question the whereabouts of my stash?

Pedro

This is really what it's all about

Rich

Your only rich when your alive
you can only live when you live
What I'm getting at is the fact that life is at our finger tips
and it's much easier than expected.

Heading Home

Heading to the mountains
where the soil's so rich one can grow gold
where the Lardeau river runs swift
beneath a wooden bridge
and grizzly bears
stand tall

Time Shared

Ran into the Devil today
his tongue was swollen at the spot he bit it
He drove a red truck
filled with booze
and firewood
He wore a pinch beneath
his lower lip
and he talked of time spent together
behind bars.
It wasn't my fault we were there
he had told a lie
he said
when we were in prison
he had looked me in the eye
he told me the end was near
I don't know
if
he was
referring to the time left
on the clock
or this was it
the real hot spot;
Hell?

Great News

Just read about two officers being stabbed while conducting an interview with a man who in November had been shot in the head by Calgary police when he rammed into their police cruiser.

I say good for him, an eye for an eye.