AND SOMETIMES THE POETRY AIN’T ABOUT FISHING.

A few classics from back in the day, inspired by music and road trips. And women.


THE AIR ON BOURBON

Her voice was enough to make me
walk in here & I can’t believe
the rose (thorns & all),
her slow anguish in mid-air & the three guys

sweatin’ through
Sunday suits & that thrumming bass
all in emanation from neon God Damn
what that woman’s doin’ to me.


CURB-SIDE

I stand in the street-brass breeze on the wrong side of town
lifting up-up-up along that shrill trill mid air to drown & man…

that sound squeaks through a mellow lowness—
a low-down that climbs from gutter to kiss soft lips—
a sharp-tongued bird flown
on sweet
sweet slow wings & my pulse keeps what time it can.


IN BED WITH THE DEVIL

The first time I went I brought a guitar
and an I-don’t-give-a-shit state of mind.
The devil was nothing but the lowest
you could sink to ask a favor of.
I still brought a guitar though.
I still went at midnight.
Sat and played a few chords in the stillness.
When she walked up,
crunching gravel under impossible heels,
she took my guitar in both hands,
frowned and threw it into the darkness of a nearby field.


DRINKING WHISKEY & PLAYING CARDS
IN A JUKE SOUTH OF MEMPHIS

The pot was enough to put
gas in my truck and a meal in my belly—
enough to grab a wink from that fine waitress.
My glass was empty & it was my deal—
five card stud,
nothin’s wild.

I only make it look hard.

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6 responses to “AND SOMETIMES THE POETRY AIN’T ABOUT FISHING.

  1. I had flipped back through your archives a few days ago and read Slide Guitar. Love these others too…you make it look easy, and that’s damn hard.

  2. Sounds like you’ve had a few of those life experiences that make for some really good writing….nice work! And thanks for the company on the stream…..it’s always good to have a writers perspective!

  3. Always a worthy read, “Curb-Side” is my favorite one.

    “sweet slow wings & my pulse keeps what time it can.”

    …that line is perfection.

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