A Day I Can't Forget

Went to the natural hot springs today, the sign reads "No Alcohol, No Nudity". There was a decade when I was naked more than clothed, back when I was proud. So at the present the sign didn't bother me, other than the bit about the booze. So we pack up the swim trunks and head off down the trail. Mid way, we notice nakedness. There had been five vehicles in the parking lot of which the occupants were naked in the pools along side the river. Beautiful I thought, natural beauty. When we reach the stone surrounded pool one of the group asks me in a deep tone if we mind the bare skin. I replied that I had been naked a great deal of my life as to reassure her of no offence. We mingled with the group as we enjoyed the warm waters, the girls sitting next to me were quite striking and the petite ethnic girl to my side was outgoing saying who would be afraid of a little bit of skin. Seemed they had been there a long while and were preparing to leave. I couldn't help but to have one last look at all this natural beauty prior to them heading back to Banff. That's when I took recognition that the one with a deep tone was quite manly, she had tits that didn't quite form nipples of substance. As she rose to leave I had come to expect a dick hanging there, What I witnessed was not for the weak of heart. There it was this open gape of a hole impossibly open, presenting it self not only to me but to us all. It was there where a cock once hung, yet it was quite obviously gone. Now that was far from natural beauty.
The smell of sulphur coming off the water, a slight hangover and foremost this gapesight triggers my gag reflex as water fills my eyes.
Haven't been to these springs for twenty years and now I'll wait another twenty until reconstructive surgery improves.

sorry about that

Good Old Times

Trying to talk the wife into a three-way
with Dr Ruth
oh how she could talk us through multiple orgasms
all wrinkled wet and sticky
she'd own the bed
she could mix us Rob Roy's and other old-fashioned drinks
sex toys in her arthritic hold
taking turns changing her Depends
now that kicks the shit outta anal sex

Coming Through the Cold

He rose through defiance
yet with no lack of judgement
His considerations admirable,
justified and premeditated.
The climax went unnoticed.
The cold venture through life
a milestone unreceived.

Whores in Sunlight

Lost like a whore in sunlight
Like an upholsterer with nothing to stuff
A poet with no words
A drunk with no booze
A fire with no flame
A honeymoon without shame
Lost in time with no clock
tick-tok

Can't Sleep

Insomnia and a few of my favorite things
Motorcycles,travel and booze
I'm awake since 3:30
drinking and reading old issues of Canadian Biker
I can't sleep because I am mentally going over all we need for this winter's travels
Then I realize something my friend mentioned
"take your bike along for when you get the urge"
Don't know if I'll do it or not, but the thought of bringing along even Athena's 250cc sounds good at 4:00am
I think it's like an uncureable disease
all of it
riding, traveling and drinking
what kind of meetings should one seek out for such turmoil?

Flames

Burning barn logs from
the Old Calcutt place
history in flames
those pieces will burn all night
hauled them away from the barn I dismantled
10 years ago
not an inch of rot
they burn like coal
must be nearly a 100 years old
felt guilt burning history
but the carpenter ants
had them in thier sights
didn't know what to do
so I took a couple cans of beer
and a bottle of wine
to watch them burn
in my grandmother's barrel
out back on the wrong side of
the tracks
where the hobo's enjoyed the heat.

Burn

Mexico

She wasn't ready to cross the border, can't say as I blamed her. People had died at the hands of revolt, drug deals and hell was on the other side. Their money was running short and temper wore thin, s'pose it was no reason to go against what they had planned. Athena was adamant of not crossing the border, but that selfless fuck was drawn to the land of outlawed behavior.

Thanksgiving

We had a pet slug named
Britney Spears
She left a track wherever she went
She ate the asshole out of the
Thanksgiving turkey
and spoiled Christmas
by flashing a glimpse
We had to kill her
She ate all the plants
We fed her beer and amphetamines
there she died on the Twister fold-out plastic
for her funeral
We dimmed the lights and
burnt cans of smoked oysters.
Now I'm saddened
but I'll survive
If she'd left the turkey alone
she never would have died

Ede

Ede my friend where are you now
as I, drunk on wine and rum
in the dark with drunk naked lady walking in dark
She, here to protect me from myself
and all who follows
she, in bed spelling my word
she, the one who holds my dick in cold November and into the spring
and where are you now Ede
mowing grass till the weeks end
your father's whiskey hid in the studio
awaiting time off
time for hobo fires and laughter
I won't fight you for you're too large
Ede where are you on this night of rhyme

Back Door Sally

He went in with a peace offering
tobacco and wine
he'd grown mean with age
he'd drink till he came undone
he'd drink till he'd put one of his old friends down
they'd wrestle in the wet grass
drunk on cheep wine and weed
Backdoor Sally would have none of it

Lead Dreams

Candy-Slice had succumbed to death at the hands of Lil' Jimmy, the hands that had once cradled her in moments of weakness. Although her death was an obscured blankness, Jimmy wore the gloves of horrific guilt in it's rawest form. Why had she told Ken-Rex of her where-a-bouts? She'd seemed impressed that he was coming to reclaim her, it had triggered Jimmy's uncontrollable rage.

When Ken-Rex's black Lincoln came upon the back road to Jimmy's trailer, cold fear froze him in his tracks. It was like one of those dreams when your legs where made of lead, and lead was coming for Lil' Jimmy delivered by way of a hand gun.

Box-Springs

There he awakens at the reaches of the tall willow. One cloud covers the three-quarter moon. Sparks jump from the fire. Candy-Slice lies dead on the rusted box-spring. Dead and alone. Stupefied, Jimmy cries into his hands questioning himself in utter fear.

Forgotten Change

The secret phone calls increased, as did Jimmy's paranoia. Candy was talking often to someone from her past. Lil' Jimmy knew everyone she had recently acquainted, and they were accounted for either at the pool hall or bar. When he questioned her who she was talking with, she'd reply that she had only been searching the pay phone for forgotten change. There was something in the still of the air, Jimmy could smell deceit. And when Ken Rex let it be known he was in town, Lil' Jimmy's accusations became a timeless reality. He had been certain Candy had carried a self indulgent lust for Ken Rex. It was the bad guy appeal that had a grip. She knew he was bad for her yet she had to have her share. It was like stoking a fire, the heat could burn you, yet the flame was entrancing. Candy-Slice had been branded by Ken Rex's iron, helplessly she needed to be found. All that Lil' Jimmy sheltered her from, she had helplessly invited back into her life.

Tease

Lil' Jimmy and Candy had sex more than on a regular basis. Somehow Jimmy was turned on by the way she teased other men and by the secrets she kept. The way she'd back into a man while taking aim at her next shot, the way she'd let a grope go unnoticed or how she'd sit on a stranger's knee if he was buying. She did things that kept Jimmy on his toes, like making phone calls when she said she was going to the little girls room and when Jimmy would call her on it, she'd deny it.
Candy was like a single fish in a stream of men and she played on it.

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.”

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