Tag Archives: drinking

An Open Handed Prayer

17 Sep

I sit here tonight with
open hands trying to
catch whatever
happiness
might fall my way.

Tonight, I hurt.
I’m coming down.
It’s coming down
not a physical thing
at all,
but feelings
if you care
about distinctions.

Yeah, tonight set me
right back on my heels.
I hear things banging in
the windoutside- God
always takes care of
himself first- I lost my
appetite
thinking
drinking
about that
and this
luminous life consuming
the holy sweet blood
of Christ, but
it really means nothing
to me.

The beat to the music
sweet and rough
none-of-them-lovely
no-faces-six-a.m.-alive
in the night
cool and fresh.

I go to the window
lifting my cup to
trembling lips
staring through eyelids
wanting to close
the tent of careful
wisdom
down to drown out
the sun
again and again
over and over
amen.

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The Last Hot Summer Night

14 Sep

Late at night
I sit
drink
watch TV
and it becomes
like a Cadillac science to me
as the headlights race
to the corner of the wall.

Take the Golden Road

17 Oct

It was talked about
in the garage
what the winter
always wore.
He followed her
into the kitchen
embarassed, they were
child-like enough.

Later they would
visit gardens
in the air
on the only landing
of the stairs.

Drinking just did not
do it for them
any more.

They had enough
of being
born in this world,
but both were new
at the tree game.

A rifle barrel
(out of the air)
lead the way
for them both.
Now it was always
around 7 o’clock
on a warm summer
evening.

Tears rolled down
their cheeks,
laughter dead in their
throats.
They had thought
about doing this
for years.

Old Movie Monsters & Me

10 Jul

Note: This is a very rough attempt, and only my second at a song even if it bears little resemblance to a song at the moment that is the intention for this piece at some point in the future. Enjoy. Namaste.

Sometimes late at night
night when I drink
more than I should
and I’m racing with the headlights
and the moon. I feel just
like old Dracula did
crawling back to his tomb.
He wanted to escape the
morning light ’cause he knew
the sun would burn him
up and that’s how I felt this
morning. I crawled away from
the light, scared that if it
touched me I would break.

Sometimes when I’m out swimming
after a long hot lonely day.
I feel just like that old creature
just wanting to touch a
face, but the beauty was
denied him, and like him
I sink below the surface
of a black lagoon.

Sometimes when I’m out walking
I feel as if in a daze. I’ve got layers
wrapped around me
protecting me
from everyone
and everything.
I don’t want to talk about it
because I’m afraid
that with just one touch
I’ll unravel like that old Mummy
might have done.

Now there are nights where the
only light I’ve seen is the moon.
Beautiful and full of hunger and
a chill then I know
just why that old wolfman was
howling on and on.

And I run.
And I run.
And I don’t know
what else
that I
can sing.

So I guess what I’ve been trying to
say but maybe not saying it at all
Is that without you around the days
are rough and the nights long,
and I feel just like all
those old monsters
out bumping in the night
’cause really each in our own way
we’re all searching
for that same thing.