Posts Tagged ‘Lyrical’

115 Degrees
Pushcart Prize Nomination

Beads of sweat
trickled down slow
between the perfumed citrus folds
of her beautiful round breasts
unbeknownst to the woman
innocently directing me to the nearest freeway
under a blazing sun of 115 degree weather;
and I almost envisioned myself on her
disguised as one of those perfect size atoms
of H2O evaporating into an open of a pore
uninvited, like rape after a date of kissing and no sex
only to proliferate in the end into a bead of virgin sweat.

“50 CENTS”
Originally published in CatFishGringoRiver

Bitch broke my heart
then she kicked me out,
said I couldn’t earn my keep.
I mean, how deep is that shit?
Or is shit supposed to be deep?

So I packed my things,
toothbrush and comb,
condoms and cigars,
my bike with the flat and
fitted them all into a backpack.

At a quarter passed nine

no money, no honey, no place to call my own,
I stood on the side of a curb,
flashed my abs and spat sloppy kisses to
the passing cars, trucks, SUV’s, black tinted limos
to steal a quick buck, but with no luck.

At a quarter passed one

I picked up a crusted payphone receiver,
a voice drawls a sleepy ‘Hello?’
‘Mama, Julie kicked me out.
I’m on the streets. I need a place
to crash, a place to eat.’

Mama then laughs
then the line clicks dead.
I stare at the receiver confused
but soon realize I accidentally blew
my last 50 cents on a wrong number.



The woman pulled a dollar bill from within the front pocket of her jeans obviously a size to small her gut hung out it jiggled as she attempted to wiggle the dollar bill rolled amidst other dollar bills causing the crease between her eyes to crease deeper beads of sweat began to cascade over her right brow the customers behind her were getting antsy the bald headed man resembling Dennis Hopper mumbled in disparity to the womans inability to pull the dollar bill because it was obvious her jeans were to tight it was obvious he had somewhere important to go because he kept looking at his watch time was passing ticking flying damn it jesus god the toddler behind the impulsive bald man kept running his hands over the candy rack grabbing candy throwing candy crying up at his mother who kept slapping his hand away saying no no no between pursed lips the couple obviously boyfriend girlfriend where one could easily presume fought earlier with one another because of their edgy affection toward one another the girlfriend mumbling stop it shut up go away to the boyfriend who grows fed up walks away to stand up front near the register where the woman eventually pulls the dollar bill hands it to the clerk who stiffens a nod rings up her item hands her the change the bag with one item the woman smiles walks away walks passed the boyfriend who cant help but to look at her derriere its about damn time! the bald headed Dennis Hopper resembling man says to the cashier who throws up her hands and says going on break!