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Whatever I had to say
can wait until tomorrow,
with everything else
and all her parlor tricks,
scattering my brain
and blurring my focus—
people have that power over me
that no substance ever dared—
as if a bottle of whiskey
ever could compare
to the power of a woman.
Looking at the LA river
now, smelling it
more than I can see it.
There’s a pigeon
down there, drinking
down there, bathing itself
in whiskey and piss—
probably blood even.
Who knows really?
It could be the purest water
in the world, but I guess
only a choice few
will get the opportunity.
While the rest of us
get coffee, Dasani
and whatever else
man feeds the birds.
Come on my friend.
It’s time to go.
Where we’re going.
We don’t need roads.
Bring two cups of tea.
Bring your rabbit too.
I’ve got the whiskey shakes.
I think a quart will do.
I hear the grass is green.
Leave your blues at home.
On the other side.
Of this rabbit hole.
I’ve got the whiskey shakes.
I’m paranoid as hell.
You know I don’t take pills.
But this time oh well.
Just the right
amount of whiskey
can make a poor man rich
and a rich man poor
it all just depends on
who’s asking for more.
You should cleanse, she said.
Pouring my whiskey
neat
Well that’s what I’m doing, I told her.
Giving me a knowing glance
that one’s on me, she said.
And this one, I told her
is on them,
pointing at our reflection behind the bar.
She thought that was funny.
Laughing together
was enough.
Fill me with whiskey,
I’ll spill some truth.
Fill me with time and no one,
and I have filled pages with reason.
Reason enough to explain the lies
I tried to convince myself true.
My most honest fiction, in truth
is all that I can do.
I look at his wrist
it reads:
be. here. now.
and for a second dwell,
what a way to be.
Laughing loudly over stranger conversation, we shoot whiskey then wash them down with pickle juice.
Later I gaze at my face in the mirror
it reads:
be. here. now.
but I do not dwell.
Finally, I am here.
Words Of An Average White Male 