The Life and writings of a Twenty-Something private eye
We’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)Way back when, Ali was my mentor, he taught me everything I needed to know about working at 11:11. He taught me how to efficiently pack out the cooler, order inventory for every area of the store correctly and most importantly how to be a lazy fuck when how have seniority over the person you […]
Read More The Other Part Time Gig Pt. 2Been doing this retail thing off and mostly since I was fifteen For the last two years I’ve been working for this guy, let’s call him Mr.Dean Mr. Dean owns a string of convenience stores in my town and surrounding area He also owns a large development catered to any families that want to live […]
Read More The Other Part Time Gig pt. 1Being a private eye you have to be hyper vigilant with your surroundings. This may have added to my already superstitious persona Now i’ve been living on the same block for two years now and never have I once seen roadkill or a single dominos delivery car in the area These last two days I […]
Read More Carl Jung just might be rightOh Sandra You left me for some big shot named Tony Who works in the ever corrupt casino industry Called off the wedding bells and handed me back the ring Smacked me back into reality I’m twenty-five with no direction Single and my sanity now suspended So what did I do next? I became a […]
Read More P.I. Log #1