
Category: Music

Poof* Take MY water

my morning after
concert purse
contained torn ticket stubs
my fake id
a backstage pass
when backstage ass was how they hoped it would go
a real set of keys someone ask me to hold
a cigar ring label
a stranger used to propose
a guy’s number back when your rolodex was made of beer scented hope
a matchbook
though i was never cool enough to smoke
the sturm and drang
of a drummer gone mad
a safety pin that was my bra’s last prayer
mists of angst risen off
the first 50 rows
it’s the end of the world
& all i want is to go
to a dirty spit messy fuck
loud as god
rock and roll show
master class
i suppose you could say
i’m one of those people
who has seen more than their
fair share of things
you will certainly find
me adept
in a broad range of topics
from culinary techniques
to obscure music
embalming
comic books
addictive substances
and
lesser know shitty diners
of the northeast
some of it owed to college
and my need
to join the rat race too soon
mostly it was my proclivities
my insistence on taking
a master class
in dating old fucks
what an education
a summoner of nothing in particular
in the sunlit honey kitchen
listening to
the Smiths singing
there’s a club if I’d like to go
swaying with coffee in hand
it occurred to me that
life
is a fetish item
of thee I sing
the true measure
of a civilized society
are the rumors
told by its ghosts
bee keeping
my heart chose you
then took up
bee keeping
combs verdant
dripping honey onto
scratch biscuit mornings
we are
monks whispering matins
into steaming coffee
U2 is spinning on the turntable
achtung, baby
arguably their best album
trying to throw my arms your arms around the world
as i sort through my life
purging
packing
moving on to this next chapter
having raised boys into men
clearing the detritus
of four lifetimes
of mistakes
losses
victories
regrets
hearts broken
hearts mended
lessons learned
love found
all this living done
and tomorrow night
stars will find a way
to fill the sky