Short Order Cook
I don't profess to be a writer, I'm more akin to a hash-slinger.
Opening Day
The Yankees brought to you, in part, by the Arch Diocese of New York, the official religion of the New York Yankees
Flint Hills
Your touseled hair, soft loving eyes, adorable nose, and soft freckled shoulders send my mind to a place I have not visited in years. Rolling hills of eastern Kansas, wildflowers in bloom, your hair reminiscent of the soft waving of corn silk. I come upon an old stone barn where lovers once met and made love in the cool shade of a nearby Elm tree. My heart is buried nearby.
Julie with Rabbit Ears
The Sunday night sunset brings feelings
Sad thoughts from long ago when something so causal
Yet still very important and meaningful
Disappeared like a distant scent in the wind
Might it be the last one?
Forever?
I must embrace myself
As that is where true love lies
I have always found love in the Autumn....and have lost it by Christmas
Highway Song
The highway has its own peculiar melody. Different tunes from different vantage points....on the side of the road with your thumb out....walking under an overpass...walking over an underpass...in a car....in a truck....in a bus. Different melodies of the same base tune. The melody has a name, "Food and Fuel 1/4 mile"
Marriage
The difference between the thought of "it's over" and the reality of it, is cavernous. It makes me want to drink, smoke and snort heroin in copious amounts. But I don't, and move from day to day...numb and wondering what the fuck do I do?
I know what the answer is, but it is getting to that point that is laborious in the utmost.
Women
Bukowski quote: "Women, I thought, women are magic"
NJ's Dopiest
There's
NY's Finest
NY's Bravest
NY's Boldest
and I am
NJ's Dopiest
Entrance Ramp, Arkansas
I get out of the Westbound car to head North
North into Missouri, Springfield to be exact
The entrance ramp is lined with hitchers and I take my place in the line, I'm at the end
The unwritten rule, servicemen always get to cut to the front of the line
Mr. Foreman
It's up to you IF you want to do the Hot Cha Cha
Life is a Carnival
She has said exactly 6 words to me in two days. Two short sentences worth
"See ya later" and "What's Goin On?"
Where the hell is the popcorn vendor?
The One
Kissing the right woman, the right girl, the right one....may I kiss you so deeply that I crawl right into your mouth?
Wildflower
I stand by the side of the road, thumb out, heading West. The roadside is littered with all manner of tossed items...someone's left sneaker, an old ball cap, cans, and bottles. To my left is a field of grass, slowly swaying in the breeze. Throughout the field, kissing the grass, beckoning, are beautiful wildflowers. Much of my life is like the side of the road, but she made a small part of it as beautiful as that field of wildflowers.
Adult Ad
The adult ad claims women prefer a man with a huge penis.....well sonuvabitch! It's back to the liver and cored apples for me.
Poetry?
I think it's fucking hilarious that I can write just about any bullshit idea that comes into my mind and 100 years from now, some dope might think it's brilliant.
4:44 AM
Why does it feel like I am doing something wrong by being up in the dead of night?
Coronary Bypass
Not quite sure which is worse....not knowing if you are OK, or feeling a bit down cause I don't hear from you much anymore...it's a toss-up. Either way, that damned incessant heart on my sleeve is in need of a bypass.
Shop Rite
Why is it that most men find their pleasure in the pages of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, while I find the plain middle-aged housewife shopping at Shop Rite more appealing? Well, Sigmund?
Tug of War
Whenever I begin to feel good about something, ANYTHING
Depression rises like a tired old man and reminds me why I should really be sad
It's a tug of war that I'm sick of
Epitaph for my Best Friend
I'll wait for you on the curb of Tuxedo
There, it will be a warm Autumn day...forever
There, the smell of burning leaves will fill the air
There, the acorns will be ripe and plump
There, the sleepovers will be frequent
I'll wait for you to cross the street
Then we will walk together
Together into "The Jungle"
The Cost of Living
It just occurred to me that I cannot afford to die and I cannot afford to live....good fucking deal!
Eggs Shells
I have to step carefully today
It's like stepping on eggshells
One misstep and the whole thing can crash down
Down, down around my head
Fitted Sheets
They have laid in the dryer
Laid for what seems like forever
I feel them laughing at me
No one will help me
I'm on my own
Helpless against their evil bullshit
I'd rather have a boil lanced than wrestle with them
Trying to fold them
Sunday
Everything is almost perfect
This one moment in time
I feel content
How long will it last?
I glance out the window...
Looking for the coming of whatever
Whatever to fuck me up
Gerrard Turntable
Gerrard turntable, Marantz Amp, Fischer Speakers
Nothing quite sounds the same as it did on that setup
Late afternoon
Mellow buzz
A great record collection was all I ever needed
Darlington Lake
South of Topeka?
I don't really remember where the hell it was
1973
Woods surrounding Darlington Lake
Eastern Kansas Spring
Naked long hairs smoking grass and swimming
All so natural
I didn't get aroused...thank God
Sometimes
Sometimes it is easier to just not eat
Rather than to take the time to put something together
Bury Me
Oh, bury me now, on the lone prairie
And I'm not fucking kidding
Some Folks
Some folks piss me off so damn much
The ones that really kill me
Are the ones who never shut the fuck up
Like, they have to interject anything into a conversation
Simply because they are so fucking inadequate
Place Settings
It's almost time for my spring place settings
The selection is not so hot at the Salvation Army Thrift Store
Not a one without a "spider" crack
No Covers
The sun is barely up
"Work for 15"
I'm number 10
I stamp my feet on the cold concrete
What's it to be?
Install rugs again?
Bookbindery? I liked that one...lots of reading material
But no covers
Sharp Corners
The barbiturate family of drugs
Softly rounds the corners
Of my pointy square life
Richard Brautigan
My favorite poet, by far
Hardly anyone knows him
I didn't realize he committed suicide
With a bullet to the brain
His suicide note simply stated:
"Messy isn't it?"
A kindred spirit if there ever was one
Eggs any style
The sign in the window says:
2 eggs, any style, home fries, toast, and coffee
95 cents
I dig deep in my jeans
Fingering the solitary dollar bill,
I smile
I eat
I-70
There is no middle of the road feeling out here
Thumb out, cars and trucks screeching by
You either feel haughty and adventurous
Or so damn self-conscience that you want to crawl under a discarded cigarette pack
To Maria
