I’m looking forward to punching outside my weight again with some more outlaw poetry soon. I’ve been busy on three different novels over the last number of months – and it’s time to get back to my roots.
I picked up this bad boy to remind me to write more brass knuckle poetry and get hardcore again. Looking forward to it.
He wasn’t happy.
His bean cans were 4 cents more
Abandoning them
I should have paid for his food
Instead of letting him leave.
In the grocery store today, I watched an old man frustrated at the prices of his food. Three cans of beans and a box of Saltine crackers. The bill was only $2.49 and he fought with the cashier about the pricing. She checked, he was wrong and I missed the chance to help.
Old Man running hard
Shirt off, feet slapping the dirt
Breath locamotive
Panting in lockstep rigor
He races to stave off death
Every morning at 7:30 am, a senior jogger runs topless down my street eyes focused on a finish line only he can see.
At a funeral
Dollar bills in corpse’s hand
For Grandpa’s stripper
“He gets table dances still,”
Said his grandson to me there.
I was at a visitation last week for one of my wife’s colleagues from the flea market. She’d lost her husband to cancer and he was decked out at a local funeral home. Open casket visitations are never my favorite but they were proud of how good he looked. Dressed in a t-shirt (‘I love my grandkids’) and red baseball cap, his coffin draped with the US flag, he held a handful of dollar bills to pay for his lap dances in Heaven.
Protect me, Show me
How I will be of Service
Forever your Heart
Guide me in Hope and Love light
Show me how I may best Serve
Prayers and petitions matter. Belief and Service matter. Hope and Love matter.
Torn yellow newspaper
Coats her bedroom window panes
Rusted AC leaks
As Rhonda, my neighbor waits
For the Sheriff’s to evict her
wind down your own clock
take all the pills at once please
learn to lose it well
keep leash tight as time passes
stick your fingers down his throat
her nose
falls downwards
into piles
of snowy white
cocaine is
deadly endless
waste for
the idle rich
slavery for the
common man
Outlaw Poetry 