Living to Tell About It

 I felt a gust of rage
equal to robbing a grave
I'm tell you I was living
in a malicious, mean neighborhood
my temperament
just as mean
just as malicious
worse sometimes
money came easy
easy money
and I spent the evidence
in places where even dismal fog
refused to gather
across that wide abyss
where the brutal
copulate in hate
sometimes grande dames
wander among the great unwashed
for wicked adventure
tired of hubby's trying
and failing
to get it up the second time
his ego deflated
besides
they've found out
marriage is an advanced
course in
lying your fucking ass off
the wrinkled old hides give you the look
the look that sez
she wants to saddle you up and ride
baby ride
even though their eyes
their dark, cold and commanding eyes
try to pretend
they're no more than a used-up
street-walking
five-bucks-for-head-in-an-alley
crack whore
even though they ride
back into the country club reservation
in a Mercedes
guys like me
left behind in the rubble of
more money than we've seen for a while
no longer thinking of what
we had to do to get it
better'n robbing banks
maybe
they left us well fucked
they left you well heeled
it'll be gone soon
like I said
spend the evidence
then
like hungry tigers
lay in wait for the old hides
to return
hope she picks you
and soon|
sooner than you ever thought it would
their eyes stopped lingering on you
smiling instead
at the new guy
the fresh-faced new guy
resigned to the fact after it happened
time and time again
you either
pick up a newspaper
wander through the want ads for a job
or pick up the gun
either way
you're incarcerated by bars
or a bosses' time clock

©August 21, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

A Gathering Cloud

I can see it hovering

this gathering cloud of mine

waiting

patiently waiting for its time

it knows the time is close at hand

no rush

it will know when to come

for almost a year it has waited

uncomplainingly, biding its time

understanding the nature of the game

is to gather all the bad things

I have done

the bad things done to me

bad things

that is when it likes to come and torment

giving an eye for an eye

tooth for tooth

payback

how you like it motherfucker

when I give you something you won't be able to handle

depression

it has tried to come before

succeeded to an extent

but not really because I was too strong

not now

I am weak and it knows it

its coming

this is just fact

so, it has finally come to this

I find myself alone with my mutt

my wife ten feet away in a box

still haven't gotten a vase

I find I miss her so much more than I knew I could

I'm not complaining

life is life

it does with you as it sees fit

but I have fucking news for that gathering cloud

I ain't that weak yet, buster

get lost

not today

not tomorrow

not ever

you are not welcomed in my life, I am not that weak

©January 23, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Street Scene (Music Director Alfred Newman's movie theme from several 20th Century Fox film noir classics) by Larry Vuckovich

Street Scene (Music Director Alfred Newman's movie theme from several 20th Century Fox film noir classics) by Larry Vuckovich

Question for Hussein (Sedoka)

I am wondering,

Who set you up to be God,

To kill America's worth?

The voters did citizen,

Voted me in, their eyes shut,

Relax, and watch how it's done.

©August 1, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Rock Solid (Double Acrostic)

Rack up those balls and let us heaR

Oboe notes filtered from the gazebO

Checkered tablecloth is so pathetiC

Knee-jerk response from fuming cooK

Soda has been spilled upon my dresS

Order that plate cooked with bamboO

Light here makes things very dismaL

I would advise you get the calamarI

Do you think so? I prefer the squiD

©August 15, 2010 Jerry Pat Bolton

Margaret and David: A Love Story

From past, present and future events in Amerikstand this book becomes more and more relevant.

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Margaret and David: A Love Story, is a circumspect story which takes its presumption from history; a love story with political ramifications and social impact. After America's second civil war, fanatical Muslims seized power. Margaret and David: A Love Story is the story of tragic interracial love which develops as a nation grows to understand that bigotry and suspicion are tools for oppression and hate no matter where it is found. This is a love story of hope and devotion in the face of hopelessness and despair; a story which blur the lines of our multi-racial society. Margaret and David: A Love Story is about forbidden passion, political upheaval, treachery and hate.

Reflections

I sit and stare out the window,

Think about lips kissed long ago,

Close my eyes and play "let's pretend,"

As these words tumble from my pen.

I focus on a face once more,

Still as beautiful as before.

We go through life seeking comfort,

Attract, dismiss, all in Love's Court.

Memories of you find their place,

In daydreams you're adorned with lace.

But like the sifting sands of time,

I am no longer in my prime.

It is the winter of my life,

Sometimes it wounds me like a knife.

I think of places we have been,

Where we can never go again.

I breathe the air of this sweet earth,

As I have since my lonely birth.

Knowing full well with you I share,

There's nothing like it to compare.

I embrace your mem'ry so dear,

Hold high a glass of red to cheer.

Speak to me, Nanette if you dare,

I stand here with my soul laid bare.

Toward the dawning of the day,

I've talked to you in my own way.

Fate will reap its final reward,

As I fall forward on my sword.

©August 13, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton