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June 28, 2005
mending the cuticles
on the concrete slab
the shuffling of heels
rubber soles
flapjack
skirts and
tightly wound denim
drawstrings
and skirts
flood Main St.
rain falls
from the grey tomb
crippled umbrellas
lie in the gutter
broken bottles
glisten in the sun
career girls
polyester business suits
asses shimmering
avoid the mental stripdown
that window washers
employ
young negresses
bustling with sexuality
flesh bursting seams
silently crooning
Fuck Me
but also
Fuck YOU, honkey
this aint for you
and I know
that its not
but the red head
in the
black dress
that keeps dropping
her lipgloss
at my heels
with
the shy grin...
well
a little dialog
there
never hurt
anyone
Posted by Drexler at 11:56 AM
end of a short fused career
got to the parlor
camera bag in hand
prepped for the resignation
but first
a glass of vodka from
the top shelf
I phone the slumlord
but his mailbox is full
at the bars
no one answers
I have been left
no instructions
business
as usual
I pour another vodka
give my condolances
to those who must remain
and hit the street
the day is young
the bars
are open
Posted by Drexler at 11:46 AM
June 15, 2005
Kitchen Faucet Swap-Out
before I
pass out
from this toxic cocktail
let it be known
that waiting on the plumber
is too much like
dining with the unemployed
reading a mildewed Bukowski book
on our $300 duvet
air conditioning
bustling outward
towards loose change
and cracked ceilings
I fondle an image
of gyration in a schoolyard
I watched the wife
with her naked ass
kill her hair
in a mirror
with an electrical outlet
as she tried to convince me
that I
am was only one
for her
some women are blind
others
are without sensibilities
and arent we lucky
to have them?
Posted by Drexler at 11:16 AM
June 07, 2005
positively 4th street
my insurance has been cancelled
due to a light fixture meltdown
or a lost pen
I dont have a car
or a light bulb
so go spit
Sincerly,
fucktherobots
I got a house on 4th street
thats waiting
for my dresser to arrive
theres beer in the icebox
and chicken in the marinade
Ive got the fixin for potatoes
and a mixer to match
who the fuck need a premium
and liability overalls
when you can park a barbeque
on the lawn
who needs fire and smoke coverage
when you got a hose
the size of an elephantitis
all these responsibilities
got me working up a lather
or maybe thats just
the humidity
either way
the insecurity check
is definetly
NOT
in the mail
Posted by Drexler at 04:08 PM
poncho in a bag
a frozen room
only good for a pencil
red ribbed coca cola cup
filled with vodka and fruit
Zapps 'Hotter n Hot' JALAPENO chips
and a cat wearing a tuxedo
this living out of trash bags
between piles of assorted cat hair
waiting for the phone to scream
while fighting off the pulsation of brain
dabbing at the blood clots
with woolite
NO
2 hours with Kerouac
wiping off the memories
the conquests and dejections
the smash in my wallet
making a deal with the tainted one
promising one another
nothing
sad ole fingernails
fleck ink into the barrel
a molded plastic tiara
passes by in the gutter
the rain breaks everyone
and everything
down
into two categories:
those that manage
and those
who dont
Posted by Drexler at 09:37 AM
candelabra
caves inside the shotgun shell
neighbors in the saltwater taffy tank
a seaman's bag
in the mothballs entrails
a much easier
porkchop to fix
rusted tunes
overlap the litter
from gaping mouths
just like bandits
crossing a drawbridge
on a freeway pointed north
I'm not dressed for the weathervane
I'm not ready for the address
I stepped into your path
with the granduer of a thief
I strolled the darkened hallways
over missing floorboards
with my tongue tied back
I struck the citadel
at the arch of midnight
while engaging in pigtails and candelabras
on satin stones
what else
would you ask of me
Posted by Drexler at 09:21 AM
June 01, 2005
shading
my dear wife
I can see her pressure gauges
bolt upright
when she attempts to dissect
my daily tablatures
'no fleecing the goose'
is her decree
she doesnt know that my architecture
lives only on the blueprint
she tinkers in my fairytales
with a mallet
but they are shaped
from thin air
there is none of the animated intimacy
that she suspects
so vividly pictured
in her mind
just words
transcribed for the senses
in the bowels of sewers
I no longer navigate
in the flesh
just so you know
Posted by Drexler at 02:28 PM
Carrollton Red Line
ivory rings
jade windopanes
cinnamon that stipples the chalice
all correlate
when the fountainhead
murmers
templets of flame
drape over the shoulders
taking pause
for nothing
dandelion hill
where the short straws grow
I know
that is where you will take me
dallying inside a sunshower
like an umbrella
over the dampness
pearl fingertips
and scarlet bows, unbound
night covers the city
while the beasts
cover the sound
it is only striking distance
that keeps us apart
Posted by Drexler at 01:23 PM
think twice
Our firmest convictions are apt to be the most suspect. They mark our limitations and our bounds. Life is a petty thing unless it is moved by the indomitable urge to extend its boundaries.
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Posted by Drexler at 08:18 AM