A conversation in a bar. On barstools. An alcoholic. She live at the bar. She lives in a bar. She’s homeless. So she lives upstairs. I came in to steady my nerves. Not that I need it all the time like you said you do. You said you need it every day. I only need…
Tag: addiction
Master, The Bottle
No shit. Face down, false dawn, it’s the shadow praised, we’re it! And the chase. Out the door. Into the day. The doom, the art hell hold of the home of the street. It’s so, get it down, get more. A deep groan, the roam of gate and bar, it’s a deep, deep occupation, no…
Sober Over Anything #1
When Mingus and I, to Rainbow’s End, enjoined on rides apostate gravity till close of day, in queues of open rain— two males playing naturally as friends, I thought I felt that all these things were written. I could comprehend contortion, but don’t think I want to understand and hold that moment known, how it…