Tag Archives: bars

behind bars

there’s no one

left to talk to

but the voices

within my head

i only wish that

they could save

me but they all

wanted me dead

there’s no one left

to talk to but the

madman living in

my prison brain

i’ll just let it do the

negotiations as the

metal shivs away

all the tortured pain.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Fast Nights in Baltimore Bars

I took a walk for the very first time
On the dark side of the dance floor
Lit a match just to heat things up
But I got more than I bargained for
Mixed drinks, mixed feelings of elation
I should have known it was a one night invitation…

~*~

Stomachaches and bloodshot traffic lights

Sessions under the sewers and later nights

Angels drink in the city’s insalubrious pubs

Travesties and immoralities, say it’s all love

.

Cause a scene, say what you mean and dare

They’ll fall asleep, knowing you’re not there

Imbibe a dose of reality, a handful of ativan

Lose all trace of humanity to become a man

.

Locked up behind closets, seven minutes tore

Therapeutic unzipping for the playbook score

Five vodka tonics and a misdialed phone call

Acrid tang of mouthwash and bedroom walls

.

Champion friends turned cutthroat solicitation

Pleasantaries choked in stones and desperation

Prized devil horns mounted above the fireplace

Stories of grandeur stitched and tailored in lace

.

Cutting problems with kiddie scissors and unglued

Riveted jaws hang open, loathes passed like the flu

Bad bickering of dollar bills paid under the counter

Chances of stolen jackets and spiels of spilled water

.

Billboards of painful neons, signs of dim fluorescents

Hundred-storey buildings and pseudo-smiles crescent

And if we die tonight, then we’ll die feeling more alive

If they find our remains tomorrow, again we will dive.

~*~

Don’t sweat it, forget it, everything is a-okay
Just let it, go then it’s, off to find another face
I make you come just to watch you leave
You walk around with my heart on your sleeve
Don’t sweat it, it’s over now, our time ran out…

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Fools, Faces, and Forgetting Failures

Oh demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all and blow it all…

~*~

Play the game of fools and faces

Ambling past with phonetic races

In alleyways and brandy tankards

Spurring girls alongside bastards

This night is thin like a toothache

Pull out wisdoms simply to irritate

Call for the shots of drunken stars

Losing glow against whiskey bars

Swimming thoughts, nausea wave

Heartless vultures scavenge stave

Tipsy slurs of unromantic promise

The one night stand with a premise

Inebriation and foxy lady nictitation

Three cheers for it, cold abnegation

Angel pills of androgen adolescents

High on hell, pubescent punishment

Let’s play the game of fools and faces

Eating pavement and bloodshot gazes

Have a last sip of regret, just to be sure

You’ll forget forget anyways, it’s all a blur.

~*~

Oh demon alcohol
Memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol?

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry