Monthly Archives: May 2016

My Guitar Don’t Weep

Published May 31, 2016 in Mickey - 0 Comments

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She stutters sometimes, with the syncopation.

Hums and purrs when she’s in the pocket.

Speaks Latin, mixolydian, dorian, and gypsy.

And she’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind.

Don’t get me wrong, she can be tender.

But tears are for violins and cellos.

Not this rough and tumble girl from round the way.

 

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There’s more sides to Mickey than tragedy. The boy can flat out throw down.

That’s his guitar.

Stay tuned, they’re going to mix it up.

The Deluge

Published May 31, 2016 in Maria , Mickey - 1 Comment

The Deluge

You have to feel for the poor bastard. He’s had better days.

This one was like a kick to the stomach.

Hopefully, he’ll get through this.

Like Bitters

Published May 28, 2016 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

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Cartwright’s hitting bottom. Again.

Please God, help this guy get locked up soon before he hurts himself  or someone else.

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Flirt or Nympho?

Published May 28, 2016 in Lizette - 0 Comments

Flirt of Nympho

Lizette calls it like she sees it. When you’re right, you’re right. I mean, who’s going to argue with that kind of logic?

The Second Act

Published May 26, 2016 in Musicians and Actors , Naomi - 0 Comments

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He was the straight man.
Naomi was the support for the ingenue.

Wanted to cast him
in the play within the play.

Waited stage left as he exited
after getting a big laugh.

“Why won’t you love me?” she pleaded.

He said nothing
and walked to the dressing room.

Had a sandwich and changed.

Sweet Tooth

Published May 26, 2016 in Leonard - 0 Comments

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Put the Glock 9 in
an Entemann’s cake box.

Held it from the bottom.

Didn’t have to be there until later,
so Leonard went by the playground.

To shoot some hoop.

He let Julio hold the box.

“That’s a heavy cake, bro.”

“A lot of sugar,” he said, smiling.

No one felt like talking trash.

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Sometimes some crazy shit happens on the playground.

In plain sight.

If you’d been there, you’d never look at an Entemann’s box the same way again.

He Who Knows Does Not Speak

Published May 26, 2016 in Mikio - 0 Comments

He Who KnowsI like the image of the lake, creating a backdrop that your mind can fill in.

Running a simulation of a duck algorithm.

Your brain creates the missing pieces.

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