South

time to fire up Lucinda
roll due south
it won't be Magnolia
but it will be a
breath of fresh air

The Shit That Surrounds Me

i can't think of a place i'd rather not be
this shit hole town
with gangsters and fat tourist women
telling me to shut my mouth
or she'll shut it for me.
I'm about to execute someone
family here for 100 years
and i can't wait to leave
what an endurance
who will pay
me i'll pay for this
by becoming jaded
i swear it's this town
i left it once
and felt like a king.

No Parking

Right now life is like a roll of trick shit paper
where all you can pull off are fragments of it
insomnia with no picture to post of it
and thank god i don't have to read any of my own writing
buggering me up the ass as i try to sleep
and nowhere is the road smooth paved
the one that's rewarding to move on
so i drink and drive the hard drive
and drink at 4:01 in the A.M.
and struggle for words like a defunct writer
and struggle for poetry like drinking from a dried river
and drink too much to ride
and hide in a book about another writer
searching for words
on that head on corner
where I'd be remembered poorly
and how New Orleans
is only a street corner
where no one cares.

Top Of The World

Away from the shit
in the bottom of the valley
It hurt like hell coming
down.

Jack

I want my last days to be in New Orleans
The idea had fell down a long set of stairs.
New Orleans
I await.

Head On

felt like getting hit by an ice truck
lying in the ditch slowly dieing
the other driver in the middle of the road crying
back broke
and whining
I'm a junk yard junky gunna die round the bend
from where I fell twenty five years before
A white car filled
skids
Two niggers, a bald little French man
and a big fucken Indian swing'n a bat
Don't come at me with that
I'll stop you in your tracks
it was your home boy that
hit me dead on
head on

Cuffed

He's a friend of a friend and every time I take a shit I can smell his breath. I met him at the salvage yard, he was pissing into the wind with a broken nose and a mug only a mother could love, I knew right away some guy had gotten sick of listening to him. He's weak, he'd never spent time inside yet he claims he's a leader, but who'd fallow someone who's never wrong.
That was my problem, I drank too much.
A tradition willed upon me accompanied by lack of judgement.
The sun burnt orange as it rose and the blood ran downhill, I was cuffed and knew where I was headed.
I'd been there before.