Tuesday, April 6, 2010


She was a waitress, she smoked for years
and in 12 years she hasn't cried a single tear
She loves a good drink and needs a young man
its not even clear if she does this to feel young again
Her skin is like leather and her lips the same
her jacket too, the leather to conceal the pain
She was married to at least one alcoholic bear
I know this by his initials tattooed on her ear
sometimes when we are finished and laying there
I hear a perfect silence, a stillness in the air
My Haggard MILF doesn't love me
and I like it that way


Standing, hiding in an alleyway
watching people look over their shoulders.
I make a slight ruffling sound and
watch them look around.
There's a thin coat of snow on the ground
but that doesn't matter very much
I got here, to this receded doorway
before it landed.
I'm looking in the windows.
Watching steam rise from the sidewalk
Watching my breath meet the air

Passerby's, imagining someone to be watching
thinking what kinds of things I could be thinking.
Quickening their pace,
wondering if in the receded doorway
they actually caught a glimpse
of a hidden man's face.
I don't know exactly what's going to happen tonite
That's why I came down here.
Hidden between the buildings
testing others & my own fear.