Black Cadillacs

The black Cadillacs were a reminder
of your time,
expired.
They told the story
of the unknown
to come.
The procession followed,
despite being left in your
wake.
Soon they will gather around you
and whisper in tongues like a
Native American shaman
coaxing flame to dance
at his fingertips.
Someone,
will pass around a flask
as they praise your last name.
Your bother-in-law
will steal your watch.
I will simply observe.
The dead do not live on in spirit,
they are forgotten.
Your achievements will be
forgotten.
But most importantly
your mistakes will be forgotten;
wiped clean and sterile
like your body,
re baptized and ready to return to the earth.

Whatever The Fuck His Name Is

The countdown to our extinction came suddenly.
I was living between bottles;
blinders you finally shot out.
I always fed off heartbreaks and liquor,
words between drags,
thoughts after exhales
and now I can't even stand to see the sight of ink on paper.
I lied when I said I'd be ok.
You said we'd be friends, better off.
But every night I drink myself to sleep,
self medication to say the least.
But I'm tired of sleeping with myself,
I'm tired of always thinking about you with him.
It's out of my hands and you've crossed county lines.
You said you're trying to be happy.
well I'm not.
I don't care if you worry about me swerving
at last call cause you stopped answering
all my 3 A.M. calls.
You said you'd pick me up every time I fell,
so who's the liar now?
I know he'll never make you as happy
or miserable as I have.
so try your best at mediocrity,
but if you're trying to be happy you're only fucking
kidding yourself.
So fuck him all you'd like
and spill all your guts over him.
You're the victim.
But I'm not coming back.
I'd rather talk to my beer
and kiss my cigarette
cause at least I know they wouldn't
want to be anywhere else.
I'm going to drink away these wounds
and I'm not going to stop until
I have committed a few sins.

Atlantis

"It'll be quick.
I haven't gotten any in a few weeks."
Oh. So you slept with someone else?
"No."
It rolled off her tongue like muscle memory.
She said it while grabbing
for the only thing that mattered.
I felt sick to my stomach,
but my dick was screaming at me
to stop being so soft.
We fucked like dogs.
The look in her eyes said it all.
I knew she'd seen him again.
The San Diego resident with that apartment
and that fake appreciation for wine.
He probably told her I was swine.
A complete asshole that used her,
guess he might have been half right.
If it wasn't him it was the other one,
the one with a son and yellow walls.
She said he wasn't like me
he didn't smoke around her;
at least not real cigarettes.
When things got tense he'd smoke a filly;
it tasted like grape.
Or maybe she just met someone new.
A stranger at a bar
who she'd fuck in the parking lot.
But I'll never know,
see I was never good at pulling her teeth.
A year ago I would have fought,
would have dragged the dirty details
out of her.
Now I'm just numb.
I recognize defeat.
I've got no right to make her wait.
Marcellus said it was,
"Just pride fucking with me,
that sting."
I pulled out and she said,
"Love isn't just a series of hard-ons you know."
She rolled off me, my dick still throbbing and wet.
I zipped up my pants
and got out of the car.
Lit my last cigarette and walked along the park.
Her taillights, her eyes
were red on my back.
The words echoed in the sand,
through the wet grass and trees,
through the bleachers,
and through the other cars.
I stood on the diamond,
on the stump.
The grass always seemed greener
surrounded by that clay dirt.
"That slight sting, that's pride
fuckin' wit ya.
Fuck pride!
Pride only hurts, it never helps.
Fight through that shit."
I was Atlantis
in the middle of Los Angeles;
and frankly,
I didn't wanna be found.