The Life and writings of a Twenty-Something private eye
Hemingway went out with a bang Bukowski went out with a “cheers” And All I hope is that I go out with something more than what i’m feeling right now Which is nothing Complete apathy in everything and everyone Makes me think the devil has already won I feel the emptiness in my bloodstream and […]
Read More Requiem for a Lost Soul (Flashback Poem)I lit a joint up out of my pack and started to head home. I had to pass by my job again after dropping Ali off at the Motor Inn. 11:11 was the time and 11:11 (my job) was in the rear view, shrinking until it became a bitter spec that would be relived once […]
Read More P.I. Log #4 (Pt 1/2)Topher and I sat on the couch as I popped in a copy of Touch of Evil (one of my favorite movies). Topher kept going on and on about how if he knew Valerie was going to attack him he would’ve countered it with a haymaker; this is the fourth time Valerie has knocked Topher […]
Read More The Other Part Time Gig Pt.3/P.I. Log #3.5It’s four am on a Monday I’ve been hitting the sauce since this time Sunday I’m lounging out in the backyard at Tophers parent’s house Looking at the sky hoping for a spark of inspiration All while having double vision I see a star shoot across the sky And because of my current perception I […]
Read More You Only Wish Twice (Flashback Poem)Sunday at the drive in They’re screening the Maltese Falcon We snuck snacks in So we didn’t have to pay those inflated prices I break out the lawn chairs and ghetto blaster Tune the radio into the close circuit broadcast Fireflies swarm our presence I caught three at once in my hand I unclasp my […]
Read More 12 X 12 at the Drive in (Flashback Poem)My radio was still on in my car and the Summer 2011 mix I made was playing. The first chorus of Number Five With a Bullet was playing, my how some songs bring back specific memories. Valerie was gone and we lost that pesky but intimidating drug dealer. Topher and I checked each other for […]
Read More P.I. Log #3We’ll keep the lights down low So that our scars don’t show The purple on my knee and the velvet on your dress will fade into black As the Lightning song will begin to serenade the airwaves Rain like fragmented memories clash upon my window sill As you tell me about where it all went […]
Read More Hazy Night’s Foster Confessions (flashback poem)I spent my early teens to now thinking that i’ll never be like them My father, your father, and all the hopeless men But you’re locked away somewhere upstate And i’m here twiddling my thumbs I’ll be the first to admit I failed you And it eats at me every single day I can’t help […]
Read More For My BrotherOn my drive home I felt my phone vibrate, I look at the caller id and it reads 11:11(the shithole), I pick up and it’s Lisa frantically telling me that she was buttering rolls for tomorrows breakfast rush and she reached her hand in and couldn’t believe what she pulled out, a half green and […]
Read More P.I. Log #2I begged her to stick around For more sunsets transcending into morning regret Yeah I lost the bet I couldn’t keep it together when it mattered the most My hands are shaking and my memory has become dull Since you left i’ve been spending my nights at Old Man Dugan’s Talking to the bar fly’s […]
Read More Falling Back into My Demons (flashback poem)