January 20, 2010

whiskey ginger

a whiskey ginger is what i am
in love with,

southern drawl


whiskey breath

ginger (dyed)

hazel eyed

ceramic sculptor of my arteries;

fall with me

into the urban forest

and lay your pale red lips on my cheek and whisper

loud enough to hear the vibrations

and understand the clouds

but soft enough to keep a secret

from the ever rumbling crowds.

she blow marijuana smoke rings
in our apartment made for one
even though i told her they didn’t like that here.
she knocked back shots of whiskey with her sips of coke,
i drank a beer at the end of the bar and was in love.

January 18, 2010

being alive

I quit my job on Wednesday
drove to Reno with my best friend


counting boxes
for inventory;

counting stoppers
in a warehouse;

counting grain
on a pallet;

is unbeingdead.

Three times in a row
picking the horse that came in dead last;

stuffing towels under the door of my 22nd floor
suite for two and smoking enough pot to get 3-5 in NV;

paying for the room with the hotel’s money
after walking up to the craps table with a 20;

comped drinks while gambling means
Irish coffee at 11am/11:30/12 then switching to Heineken;

snow angles beside a gas station in Tahoe
because two kids from Texas don’t see snow very often;

playing children's games // better than children
and winning a trash bag full of stuffed animals;

yes bar-b-q'ed pork ribs can get better
just deep fry them in a light batter.

is beingalive.