At The Bar On The Interstate

I thought about what she had said to me and and I understood eventhough I knew I had kept her in a tower all summer. Really, I wonder though what to think when she looks at me and he is where she is standing right there talking to me. I haven’t been in a fight in ages. Crack a tooth and bleed i would definitely swing back. I levitated in the tension. Spreading my wings sharp and silver in the late afternoon sunshine the glare caught the attention of our waitress. Thin and beautiful, she took my order enhancing the already pleasant experience of drinking at the bar on the interstate…

Far From The Coast

So it’s a Wednesday evening and I’m walking back from the docks thinking of the places I’d like to take her. I’ve been restless all day. The first thought I had this morning, even before the sun had risen, was of us walking through the lantern lit streets, talking about a film we watched the other night. This calm dream was interrupted by my phone ringing. I have this new phone which has a very clear ring. It was my friend, he had been up all night and was afraid he would not be able to sleep for some time. I asked him why and he laughed, saying he was with his ex-girlfriend. He need not say more, because I knew his ex did a lot of coke, and stayed up for days at a time. He had been hanging out with her lately. I tried to changen the subject. He continued talking nonetheless and told me some of the things she had said throughout the night and early morning. But that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk to my girl. It’s been a brutal day, and I need to see her. The water seems so much colder now when I leave our apartment with her still there, sleeping. Long seconds alone and quick hours with her has been my life for not long enough. Tonight I will speak to her quietly. While we sip our drinks out on the balcony. I will tell her the truth. When she met me I was drunk and sad, starring out into the darkness of the park. I had become shallow, so empty. I read her some lines I had scribbled on a train schedule. She loved it. I followed her home and I have never left that room, even when I am out, far from the coast… 

My Last Trip to New York

Three months in and still no waves. It’s hard for me to write to you these days. Rusty anchors drag down my sails and dedication through the cold sea. Along the floor the bottom of the house in my basement I have a gun stashed away behind my tools. The other night I thought I might have to use it. The wind was calm for the first time all day and the silence was too much for me without you there. So, I unlocked the liquor cabinet and got some matches that I had in there. I walked to the stairs and lit my lamp. The oil burned slowly which gave me time to put my jacket on. The messy memory of the past weekend like a shadow on the wall reflected the light from the lantern against the table. A magazine I flipped through earlier was on the thick glass and I remembered it reminded me of my last trip to New York…

Just In Time For The Music

A friend of mine owns a club. He hates it but he makes money. I stopped by to see him the other night when I was on my way home from my local bar, but he wasn’t there. I was filthy from a day’s labor anyway, I could see why they wouldn’t want to admit me, but I came ’round back. The cook said my friend took the delivery truck and sped off, giving hell to whoever he was on his phone with. This troubled me, mostly because he had been having a tough time lately. The last time I saw him his pupils were like full moons, black and bottomless, but he was happy. It was at the party over by the museum area. It was the night I walked from there to the marina. Anyway, I saw him and we had a brief discussion about Australian rock n roll bands of the last 30 years and he lit a cigarette and wandered off. It amazed me this guy could run a club with a great restaurant and everything. I know he’s highly intelligent and he can get it together when he needs to; an impressive combination in action, but as a lifestyle I think it’s taken it’s toll. I mean, he could of popped his lid tonight, especially if what set him off was something that had to do with his girl. She’s this incredibly attractive Hawaiian girl. She works for a wedding photographer, gonna be a realtor soon. I ordered a Black & Tan. I leaned on the bar and thought about having the baked ziti again. It’s early, I wonder if I’ll see her tonight. Maybe I should call her and see if she wants to meet me. She’ll come with some friends I’m sure and be just in time for the music…

About The Future

I’m too hungry to write I’m satisfied the clouds are overhead today. She sleeps a few blocks down, away from the beach under an electric blanket. It’s that cold out here I’m still hot from earlier I wonder if she’s lying awake. Her second floor apartment was nice. The cat has claws however buttery soft brown fur. I can’t tell you why but I feel like I finally got to her. Maybe that’s what she wants me to think, make me let my guard down. Eight o’clock in the morning and I want a beer. And a smoke. And another round with her. I hope my cousin got home OK, we left kind of quickly. The noise from the speakers in the dark room made me not want to cross the dance-floor to say my goodbyes. I’m coming back to see her tonight. We’re going to watch a movie about the government or something. God, she lives far from the train. I finally make it to the corner. The highway is empty and it starts to drizzle. I put my black hood on and walk toward the station. I love this sweatshirt. The wind whips around the parking meters and the tall grass in the sand. Music soothes my sore muscles and works my brain into focus. I button up my coat. She told me that she didn’t like to fly but she wanted to go to Fiji so she was saving up to buy a boat. I take off my headphones. The silence of the morning sounds like feedback thick and very loud. The waves rush and crash in the distance. A streetsign bangs against the newspaper machine it’s chained to. I take a seat on the curb, watching a pigeon drink happily from a puddle, thinking about the future…

How Alive I Feel

The relevancy of my attention becomes less and less as the evening progresses. Why she agreed to this night is beyond me, unless I am misreading nerves and shyness as perceived ambivalence. You know of whom I speak. She has long brown hair and a fresh tattoo of a mermaid along her left side. The lights in this nightspot are too dim. I cannot see her well enough. Although, I feel she is looking right through me. Why else would someone ask her out for drinks? She must know my intentions, my dull dreams and aspirations. Youthful cravings not satiated by drugs or drinks, only time. Her dark skin is so so smooth. Each time she blinks the smoke out of her pale green eyes, her eyelashes, long and curved, bat me farther away. I am on an island in the tropics. The trees are velvet and the sun is blown out. Black as night, my heart pumps blood. I do not trust the locals. The bar is crowded, but no one else is here. We speak quietly. The music is slow and mellow. I ask her if she’s enjoying herself. She leans over me and says yes, reaching across my body for her pack of smokes. I place my drink on the bar, and gently take the cigarette from her hand. I inhale, and tell her how alive I feel…  

A Cool Pool of Water

Ok it’s cooler now and I can think again and I can write to you again…That was a bit rough I don’t remember much except that we bought that painting in the square. The one with the yellow paint was nicer in the sunlight but the one I purchased will be worth much more. Knowing her she will probably break it or ruin it or sell it and leave me. Does it bore you when I speak like this? Oh, don’t be so easily rattled. She distracts my detatched mind. Dump trucks and cranes can build buildings I will sleep in. The air feels cleaner up here, as if whoever upstairs just returned home from a long trip and flipped on the air conditioner. I think I’ll take my shirt off. No, that’s not a tattoo just really bad sunburn. I know, I had a girl’s leg draped over me. From the nape of her creamy neck to the underside of my foot we were slowly cooked. Pass the aloe. I was once at a party on the West coast and I sat on a inflatable chair right next to a giant aloe plant. I saw her there and she told me she had been doing a lot of cocaine and was really enjoying it. She asked if I had any, I remember it like it was yesterday and it was about six years ago. I pictured us having a conversation in the bathroom. I leaned back in the chair, next to the aloe plant. I closed my eyes and the stars told me a story that made me want to jump off of a cliff into a cool pool of water…

The Vast And Murky Water

Let me know if any one person in the world right now has hope. I am at what seems like an all-time low. The thick summer heat is holding me close telling me it will not go away until December. What warm water carnage will be unleashed in the coming weeks. Maybe none whatsoever. I am possibly losing my mind in this humidity. I live in a dense valley of haze. We are lost at sea. I am landlocked and beginning to feel my self inside my skin. The noises have subsided and that scares me. A message was sent and received but not followed. How helpless can one become in a land where we are supposed to be in control. I am certainly not. Petty drivel about love and lost direction. I made a left at an intersection and witnessed a lady on a motorcycle go headfirst. I reached out and there was no one to take my hand. I have finished the lesson and have reached the end of yet another line. The sun sets quietly and will someday explode. I should take time and realize what is good in life and that is what will keep me going. I like being here right now. There are beautiful creatures throughout the vast and murky water…

Which Way To Go

As my cigarette burns a hole in her picture I sip my drink in disgust. I walk over to the ashtray and pick up the photo. God, she is pretty. I’m upset now it has a hole in it but why should I be? I should burn it. This picture is the sun I flew into. My wings melted like ice over liquor and down I fell fast. Burn it, those memories will dissapate like the smoke from my cig. Keep it, and remain in this cell. I exhale and listen closely. I hear shouting on the street as the record runs out. The needle slowly bounces off of the label. I’ve got to get myself out of this level. I should get my keys, and go downstairs to the bar. Nah, not that place again. My thoughts slither through senarios I will not play out. The poison in my veins is strong but it won’t kill me. That’s unfortunate. It’s too hot outside. I can’t think. My pen has run dry, I can’t even finish this letter. Someone must please save me. The pressure is crushing. My boat has been destroyed by the storm. I am far away from where I was. I am wandering alone. The girl in the picture can save me. Yes, she can take me home. She can listen to my nightmares and my dreams and tell me which way to go… 

Sleep Alone Again

Without many options at my disposal I decided to let a friend of a friend pick me up at about 10pm. I gave her directions on how to get to my apartment and to my suprise she already knew where it was. I had no recollection of meeting her and I was certain I would remember given the indisputable fact that she was heart-stoppingly beautiful. She smiled slightly, silently understanding my situation and, if I’m not mistaken, finding herself  attracted to me. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Her car was black with white interior, and made by a manufacturer in Italy I had never heard of. We raced away, my driver with a cigarette between her lips and my life in her hands. People crowded the streets along our route to the club downtown. The city was outside and sweating in the August heat, alive and violent and hungry for action and entertainment be it legal or illegal. I preferred the latter, and had several means to escape my poor excuse for existence in the left pocket of my jeans. This would be a night to remember. My driver and I made small talk about common aquaintences and she continued to smile slyly. I found this unnerving and engrossing at the same time. I was falling fast for this girl. Time dissipated into the night air. Her green eyes sparkled and reflected the city lights and I tried not to stare. I don’t ever want to sleep alone again…