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September 25, 2005
curls in the toupee
the rains have given up the goods
sporting a corduroy fleece lining
under the weight of thunder
the vodka show stoppers
speak underwater passages into a xylophone
my comprehension is prepaid
and therefore, held without bail
the ladle of moon spills light
onto the written testament
guiding the fork in the road
to a dead end sign
we bury a saint there
something for the conspiracy gurus
to augment
I don't have much;
a couple locks of hair
and an opium weight
to pad my footlocker with
and I don't plan
on ringing any doorbells
in the aftermath
it takes a great amount
of time
on the tracks
to find the road
that leads
everywhere
Posted by Drexler at 02:06 PM
September 23, 2005
hurricane infin
out of beer, out of vodka, out of patience, running out of durable band-aids...gasoline nation will never consolidate the ride share for fear of loosing the ego matinee viewmaster...six dollars a gallon next week and sales will be business as usual...a memo from the pricemakers to the shippers: we can charge ANYTHING, keep the arrows pointed up, these junkies dont knowanyhting about weening off much less going cold turkey...a nation of mindless flag wavers who cant do without their greed and ignorance...
We hope to leave on the 13th of October for Peru, probably buy the tickets this weekend...Im ready for the laughing gas or the blade from a peasent in the coca fields...anything would suit me better than an american failure, to sustain life among the walking dead...all the shit in New Orleans will fetch a pretty penny for someone, but not I..Ill miss you, Cuba hat, and fat buddha...sorry you didnt make it to the free zone, your not missing much, but I wouldve enjoyed your familiar company...to the rest; we did what we could and it is never enough...home is just a four letter word, with about as much substance as a burger from McDonalds
D.
Posted by Drexler at 08:21 AM
September 17, 2005
stuck inside florida with the nawlins blues again
living with the parents when they are not your own; a dismal affair. With each beer that i crack, I send out feelers to find if their ears are sensitive to the sound, if they are privy to the information that my constant guzzling conveys. We have enough money in tow to escape this situation, this country, as soon as we can get back to New Orleans and collect some various items that matter...when that will be?...when WILL that be?? How long can I live the same day over and over...20 miles from the closest corner market...last picture show starts at 7:20??!!..grocery store closes at 8:30...if they arent obese trailer trash they are 80+ year old, moving at the speed of my irritation...there is no one else here, nothing in-between, either dinosaurs or....dinosaurs.
I try to picture Peru on the projection screen in my mind. I try to imagine my waistline slimming down to something noteable, I imagine the taste of freedom and the escape from this gutteral nation that turns me over the gallows or something like that
Life is just on hold until my curfew is lifted....
drink up
Posted by Drexler at 08:53 AM
September 09, 2005
scorpio e cerveza
I picked a scorpion
from the bottom of the pool
picked it up with my Frisbee
showed it to the girls
her mother said that it
wasnt the poisonous kind
and that they find them
all the time;
in the pool
in the laundry basket
in the
saltine crackers
I opened a beer
and poured it into a cold mug
I drew a chair into the shade
and watched my wife
float on a green raft
with shuttered eyes
I drifted
away
while scorpions and hurricanes
worked in whispers
poised and waiting
in the bandaged flesh
of my mind
Posted by Drexler at 02:11 PM
September 06, 2005
singin the blues
mildew snow flakes
lace the only frame of light
in the room
the scattered remains of my life
fit inside a tissue box
like the confused junk
on a clearance table
at the ninety-nine cent store
I watched the news
through a hole in the belly of my t-shirt
all they show
are the same worn images
of my dead city
they say they might have a time frame
on the resurrection
in about 6 to 8 weeks
once they drain the water
and corpses
from the streets
that gives me enough time
to sort through the illusion of options
that I lack the stupidity
to possess
Posted by Drexler at 08:14 PM
the day the monkeys ran wild
in the grocery
a flashlight might have been handy
towards the back
in the meat department
it was like getting up
in the middle of the night
to take a piss
in a strangers house
luckily the liquor
and cigarettes
were near the front with all the spilt coins
tired and dull
waiting for the stampede to
curtail
I grabbed some Pabst
and a couple boxes of something that looked edible
the wife grabbed some gourmet shit
from the pasta zone
we dumped the loot in our neighbors truck bed
and went back for more
in the strangled light
a black woman noticed my skin tone
and announced to the store
'damn, there even be some white people up in here robbin'
I smiled and grabbed some spices we couldnt afford
and a couple bottles of wine
on the next run I almost broke my ass
slipping in a pile of broken beer bottle
but managed not to drop my frozen pizza
the guy we were with began to feel
nervous
or guilty
and suggested we go
on the way home
sitting in the bed of the truck
with our liberated goods
I cracked a can open
and realized the end
was swift in coming
and wondered
where I was
one week ago
today
far from this
and that
was not far enough
Posted by Drexler at 08:13 PM
September 04, 2005
Like Pearl Jam; Im Still Alive
polka dots on my air mattress
and leonard cohen on the low-fi
I salvaged a few books
and my leather tongue
on the evacuation tip
just a few shirts
and my photo machine
in the hobo bag
my house has been
swarmed and swamped
by the brown bunnies
the couch has melted
and the books have grown fat
in my halluciantion allegations
maybe my frisbee
and spatula
have stuck around
Ive got 18 bottles of wine
sitting on the dining room floor
with 2 quarts of apple juice
I wrangled some pricey spices
from the blackened supermarket
but they lie
in the darkened cupboard
exposed to the destitute
well at least I have my
battered teeth
and my
broken sandles
to congratulate
on a well organized
flight
from the real problem
I will keep it
in my chest
Posted by Drexler at 10:20 PM