Poem: Forgetful City

I went searching for something
That I thought I had lost in California
Instead I found my dark haired beauty
Of sunset boulevard in bright colors
Designer heels sparking and diamonds
Looking like a movie stars dream

Poem: Drinking for Love

She’s a beauty when I’m drunk
Like a dirty mutt in the rain
Thinking maybe she’ll clean up
And after three bathes in
I’m sober and she still looks
Exactly the same as before

Poem: Vintage Memories

I keep bottles on my shelf
That I save for special occasions
Way in the back are those spirits
Saved for nights like this where
The loneliness is unbearable
So I twist off the top and pour

Poem: Isn’t it Pretty to Think So

Drunk on Grenache wine
on the balconies of Barcelona
watching between siesta eyes
and alcohol haze the locals
filling the dust filled streets
dancing to flamenco music
twirling and swirling waiting

Poem: Bourbon and Donuts

At Cafe du Monde we sat with coffee
laughing at the drunks stumbling
their way through Jackson Square
while we smiled liquid grins dripping
with booze, lust, and powdered sugar
our own visions swirling in porcelain masks

Poem: Another Friday Night

Drunk on the night
Sleeping through the day
Hoping on the wind
That the evening air
Will blow carrying away

Poem: Dear Charles (Bukowski) Written on a Cocktail Napkin 5/18/21

I wish
I could’ve seen you
in your unwashed glory
five day old beard
of someone who couldn’t
careless
smelling
of indescribable liquor
sweats staining
a tee shirt
that was white once

Poem: Chairs Up

When the laughter goes silent
Like a bar at closing
Where the chairs are all up
The floor is swept
And it’s me and this bottle
With all the ghosts of the night

Poem: Bottled Recollections

Tossing beer cans into the canal
Not worrying about the consequences
As young and reckless as we were
Watching the water rush by
Talking about our adventures
Women who we had been with
Times we should have died
Since we last talked

Poem: Evening News

Talking heads on the TV
Tell the home viewer of the world
The worries that fill it
From an environment trying to kill them
Before AntiFa turns their country
Into a socialist wasteland