As/Is







4.18.2006


hard write poems (((shaking)))


the bed conveyed it's wisdom to me the pillow whispered tiny secrets
ran like hell outdoors half-naked


fragile legs shaking all over the place still shaking
can't stop shaking


had
to go
had to go


sure am in better place
sure


sure shaking
shaking


met with others
assembled


war paint on
smoke and mirrors and coffee


so
far down


trembling
fearful fits


x said
a friend of mine gave me a choice


what'll it be champ
a bottle or a revolver


ever heard
of russian roulette?


sometimes you don't want to go
where everybody knows your name


hands shaking miserable
hard write poems


sometimes lose control
lost control


where am i
father?