Tag Archives: City Stories

A.A. Superstar

My acting career has gone into free fall The commercials and bit parts have all run dry My agent isn’t taking my calls anymore And residual checks when they finally arrive aren’t enough to squeeze out a latte What’s a … More

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Tired Eyes

Susie had such tired eyes from all the shit she’d seen people she loved more than life itself dying in confusion and pain after living in misery and the others, the scumbags and assholes lording it over her, all her … More

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3:19

This is when it stings me hard and vicious, like sticking my foot into a hive filled with angry wasps and I can’t escape your face, which is there in my mind, imploring me to just forget all the shit … More

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Unpaid Bills

tiny maggots/hundreds of them crawling/squirming/writhing all over the cat’s food can’t remember/the last time I changed it where is that cat, anyway? in the closet? /in the corner? /under those clothes? buried in a mountain of trash? can I even … More

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The Pathology of Need and Night Train

I was funny in my twenties a jester fueled by Southern Comfort and cheap jug wine night after explosive night winding up in love or in jail and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way I was something, wasn’t … More

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Jackson Pollack’s New York

This is what happens. Every time. Smash. Bang. Not my kisser. Some poor sucker’s kisser. Blood all over my shirt and pants. I remembered Susie. One of these days she’d pull the trigger. A shower of brains. All over the … More

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A Junkie’s Field Guide to California Toilets

This is the temple, the tabernacle this is the sacristy and the quiet here, the empty is chocolate covered cotton-candy it’s marshmallow pillows it’s Saturday morning cartoons it’s Mommy’s distant womb you can hear a pin drop or at least … More

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Sympathy for the Dealer

Indio was not a nice man he’d just as soon steal your wallet or fuck your girlfriend as sell you dope but this was a business of freaks and assholes not nice men He had the smack brown and sticky … More

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The 7-Day Drug Addict Diet and Weight Loss Program

Day 1 Crystal meth Lots and lots of crystal meth Sweat, scream, explode Talk and talk and talk and talk Stay up all fucking night Rage like a house on fire Food Food? I don’t need no stinking food All … More

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Lousy Bouncer

Absently watching the blood drip, languidly, to the dirty floor burgundy pools of memory shattered bone and hope picking bits of broken teeth from my ruined fingers When I was thirteen I was a middle-aged man cursing the cruel world … More

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