drunk poetry

i love sitting in bars writing about people. but not while im at a bar with some one. mostly i like bars where i don't know any one, so i won't be distracted by wanting to talk to some one. nothing gets me hit on more than writing drunk poetry alone in a dark bar. living so close to a military base i've realized, nothing gets me hit on more by (ex)military people than writing drunk poetry alone in a dark bar. here's the poems i wrote on a slow saturday night at jezebels on 4th ave in olympia.

On Bukwoski and writing

If you want to sit and write

about people at a bar

I would recommend you first

read Bukowski, he's  written

all there is to be said on the subject.

Any characters to write about here

will simply be a reiteration

on his voice on the subject.

It's sort of like after reading

Bukowski, I had nothing more

to say that hadn't already

been said.

That is of course on the subject

of people at a bar.

Reminiscing Houston Summer

The summer heat pressed hard

wearing against my soul

for another day

This kind of heat was relentless

except in the face of a 

side walk sprinkler

The kind of sprinkler that pulled

our steps into a skip to sooner

our bodies into the shower.

The relief when riding your

bicycle in this kind of weather 

comes only when you perspire

The summer hurricane too

will bring winds to chill

your bones back to winter

On your addiction to Herion

Sitting alone on the stoop of your stairs

I can tell you just shot your dope

because now it is quieter inside

Later in the evening, after I was fully loaded (drunk) I wrote more poetry, I get sloppier and more sentimental. I don't know if either is good for habit's sake, but none the less here is the work:

pg 1

I question your point of view.

whether you believe to truly see

me as I see you.

And when you bow your head

up towards, to kiss the moon.

I am relentless with expressed bliss.

And when I turn my head

to kiss towards the moon.

the thousand deaths upon your

hand is the breath that deals.

like a sacrifice, to the top

of mt. rainier

pg 2

you, are a complete stranger to me

I have never, as I recall traveled to

michigan.

You seemed to mention procreating as if

there would be no concern for my state of being.

And you fight me chivalrously over manifest

destiny

I wish that tonight I conceived myself to you.

because with that impurity, I could be

truly free.

With that manifestation, I could sacrifice

all to deny the same to you.