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The Sabbath

What does a saxophonist do when the guitarist decides to go on a 6 day bender on stage the secondary spotlight gleaming off the Mark VI? He sits in the shadows and digs it watches worlds be created and digs it On the 7th day

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Hitch-hiking

it’s up to you red-scabbed truck low and dripping fuel boxes stacked like wedding cakes hanging on rather than bumming a ride we’re all going somewhere

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Human Resources

you used me up upon the desk i lay my laurels you wore me down where ants will crawl i doubt my job you call yourself a Queen but im no ant so fuck you

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Keep the Smell Down

I. a 17 yr old dog whines at me he doesnt know theres not much left climbing stairs? fuck that he sleeps on the first floor i slept on the couch till the missus threatened to leave me but he wasnt going anywhere “a 17

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Reputations

It was different back in the days when you could own a bar And have fresh fish And taste what was caught Paved driveways cost more money but boy talk about a Reputation

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To Make a Buck

I come here and you speak to me like I should know better Tell that to the bartender she only works here gotta make a buck Thats how it goes Visions of backlit dartboards fuel my prose Arrows stick like sins that look much more

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woke lonely

woke lonely & wondered why the floor shd hold when it knows i cn float & ce re br al spi ral ing t h o u g h t s distr – act – ed i write it in a story it knows if

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in and out the window

“…write? like an author author?” “yeah i guess” “do you have any books?” “…” “…” “im working on it” “arent we all” light reflects water but actually its water thats doing the reflecting “…yup from richfield, small town boy” “…” “it could be worse” “man

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Vanilla

Third dates smell like red wine under the guise of coffee Third dates taste like the memory of cherry chapstick or maybe vanilla Third dates sound like the low grumble of stomachs of the lone car down your street of sl – o – wly

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Post-Coital Cigarettes

I touch you like the soft glow of a lamp hinting green from its shade flitting red through our eyes Do you feel my tremors from the other side of the bed? Would you know my love if you lay your head on my pillow?