Fender Bender

I rear ended an asian man this morning on my way to school. Everything's fine, really.

My notebook is falling apart, but its survived three soakings, if you count the sweat from the show at the Aladdin Jr.

Four Hours to Kill
to walk through the hills
is what I've wanted to do
since I was a child
walk through the hills
as a child
but never have done
so golden, and green,
and real
and I'm no longer a child
so I drive through the streets
which are not the same
at all.

Troops.

1320 AM
Early morning terrors
ghosts and bad visions beset by a rough cough
but the road was empty
so I did 70 smoking 100’s
all smooth
watching the hills and hovel cities

trying to escape (for once)
the drunk and selfish nobles
by way of a northern ocean town
called Paso Robles.

-August 7th, 2010

Scotty
My room smells like bad coffee
which is better than
semen and shameful longing.

I pour a cup,
and remember that I need to
retrieve my flask
from Heidi —

the next time I’m out,
but booze would be alright
right now.

What do those old china men
know?

I gave them seventy-five cents
outside the dry cleaners,
and they told me to follow
the good

In my life
and I’ll be happy.

I try to call, but the rings
fall head first from the receiver,
like always.

Out a buck with the madness
creeping in, I try to remember
what I did yesterday
but cannot recall,
and shrugg.

Burning grass and wide eyes
while I pick up
some wet, wet whiskey
to fall into
amongst the cheap darkness.

-September 14th, 2010

Old ships along even older coasts

Don't worry about me
I'm pretty sure I was never alive,
and the drunk king of Issaquah
tells me
"its hard to remember"
while I draw dark circles
around traffic cones and patio
furniture.

The gravel never made any sense
or the ants, or the string lights.
The trees never spoke;
and you never carved words
into my bones
so that's why I say
not to worry.

-September 7th, 2010