Poem: Thinking 'bout Sober

If I could just
stop the drink
then I'd have more time
to think
more money to spend
on things that matter
and faster climb
the spiritual ladder

Reasons to drink
they are so many
while reasons to quit
are not so plenty

The strongest one
it seems to be
the fact that it's
so hard for me
to overcome
this one base urge
but for drinking
life's absurd

There was a time
I can remember
when I did not
crave a bender
loving life
and all it was
found no reason
for a buzz

What has changed
to make me so?
Dragging my past
and troubles
in tow?

Though still young
I must be jaded
bitter and bruised
demanding sedation
a billion concerns
encircle my mind
and getting them out
it takes too much time

Why give me this taste
for drink that's distilled
if not to use it
to lesson my ills?

Is life a battle
that's meant to be won?
Or are we allowed
to have us some fun?

For all of these questions
I do not know why,
But I think of Bukowski
whose grave says
"Don't Try."

Poem: My Mexican Friends

Hecho Mexico!
We are so happy to be here!
Thank you!
Thank you!
We Mexicans love
your crappy country!
Your back-breaking
no benefits
illegal
slave labor
give us enough
money
to send to our families.
Gracias slave masters
Mucha Gracias!
By begging for change
we earn enough to live.
Thanks you pinche pendehos
you Nazis
who rule the world
Gracias Mucho!

Poem: Crazy People

A crazy person tells no lies;
projecting what they feel inside.

A crazy person can't be blamed;
for those they curse, or hurt, or maim.

A crazy person can't be told;
if they're a child or grown old.

A crazy person makes us see;
that crazy person,
might be me.

Poem: A Rest

The empty lots
which are my peace
amidst the cities
of Bride and Beast
places where trash
and lost souls linger
find me pointing
with my finger
toward the world
of money and greed
thankful that
I have no need
to run around
in circles small
instead I sit
with back to wall
to sit a moment
to rest and drink
to have a smoke
and then a pee
breath a breath
and sing a song
praying that
life wont
last long

Poem: Devil's Toy

Every loss
is a freedom gained
I know this old feeling
it doesn't seem strange
A life that is stable
I never have known
and the way things are going
I'm destined alone

So pray all I want
for peace, love and joy
I can't help but feel
I'm some Devil's toy

Poem: Sad Truth

Sunburnt face
cuts on my hands
cahpped lips
and no close friends
lacking a home
and loosing my car
dieing one night
and brought back for more
at least its exciting
even though painful
at least I'm not bored
though guilty and shameful
my choices seem few
though it makes things more simple
I hope all this pain
leaves me one dimple

Poem: Thanks

In the ER
I guess I
crashed my car
tough luck
"can it get any worse"
I asked yesterday
the answer now is
"yep."
They wont let me go...
should I escape?
It's tempting
they probably wont care
but I wouldn't want
to be restrained
they tell me I was
dead
and that they brought
me back to life
"thanks for nothing"