The Life and Times of The Drunken Poet
(After T.C. Boyle's “The Hitman”)
—-The Rolling Rock
The Poet shook his fist at The Wife, threw a beer bottle at her. For weeks, she cried a lot. Too much, The Poet reckoned.
—-The Divorce
The Poet hated The Lawyers; even more than he hated The Wife for taking The Children.
—-The Hobby
The Poet liked The New Dog. He called her Dickinson. He knew it was pretentious; still, he didn't care.
—-The Hand that Feeds
Dickinson liked The Poet, too.
—- The Who
The Van’s name was The Magic Bus. The Poet drove it for a few years. It held up well for the drive across The State.
—-The Cash
The Poet got The Job at The Slaughterhouse. He was paid under The Table.
—-The Pink slip
After writing The Poignant Anecdote about The Boss in cow blood, The Poet found himself jobless.
—-The Spark Plug
The Magic Bus died on Water St. shortly thereafter.
—-The Harmonica
For cigarette money, The Poet performed on Water street. He ate doughnuts and shaved in The Public Library between routines.
—-The Roast Beef Sandwich
Dickinson died on Water St. too. She was chasing after The Kids who took The Poet’s unusually large lunch.
—- The Burial at Sea
The Poet tossed Dickinson in The River, crying.
—-The Next Month
The Poet wrote The Book on cardboard boxes, crying.
—-The Title
“I wasn’t even that hungry.”
On Tom’s Stabbing of Davy Filman on July 17th,2005 in a field outside of Cumberland, Maryland
Tommy told me, “Get my knife.”
He was leaning against his truck with his
hands, fingers rapping furiously on the hood.
I took a sip and put my beer in the grass and opened the door.
“It’s in the center console, goddamnit.”
The leather inside was smooth from cigarette ash.
“Thanks, ” he said, and walked over to Davy
who was drunk and talking to Amy.
I sat back on the bed and talked to the single girls
about God.
I'm checkin the fuck in.
WHAT THE FUCK BITCH,
WHAT THE FUCK BITCH,
WHAT THE FUCK BITCH,
goats.
by: me, exclusive
right there.
detached youth : Oh that's cool.
Are…are you being sarcastic?
detached youth: I don't even know anymore
I just know what I like
and that
crime doesn't pay
much.
And as promised:
…