I dreamt of Jordan Catalano last night.
We were at a Buffalo Tom concert and he was smoking a cigarette he said he got from Jeremy Kelly. I asked him, in a scream, how he knew Jeremy. He shrugged the way Jordan Catalano does and I told him to stop lying to me and that saying that hurt my heart.
“You know, Buffalo Tom played Pink pop too?” He said ignoring me.
I woke up.
The first time I did cocaine was off Billy Joel’s face. My boyfriend, Shawn, lined a row over Billy’s mouth on the cover of Piano Man. I remember leaning down with the dollar bill in my fingers, lo…
Source: “Wasted? So is Your Life” By Jacqueline Kirkpatrick
High Tide My family has perfected the art of keeping secrets Skilled at telling lies through rotted teeth Whiskey and loose tobacco spilled on splintered coffee tables Shuddering at the sound of th…
Source: Two Poems – Jacqueline Kirkpatrick
Saturday, November 14 at 8:00PM!
167 Hackett Blvd. Albany NY
Come celebrate the release of Drunk In A Midnight Choir Volume 1: Welcome To The New Hallelujah!
With poetry readings from The Choir’s own:
Drinks will be served. Hugs will be given. Good times will be had by all!
Martin Luther Clings
To the Catskill Bananas
The red fox writes in a flower home to his great-ant Chevy
No, they are mangos
Table top ten-speeds
Zip whirling around the fruit bitch
Like a man unmade
Checking the lotto for a succulent heartbreak
With the moth of the month club
Your sweet pot of toes is quiet, Frank Lee, the best.
No welcome, your thank you.
Payphone impregnates an acetone
An Abscess found on Holly’s wood
I think my son met Cherie here
Take a foe and sign it from exes and hoes
Turn icicles to Xerox
Where do we put the static when the fridge has come undone?
Why the mustard rat sews so many quilts, we’ll just never know.
Smother an apple branch in the yard
95 pages ducked and raped on a bodega door
The whore of the thesis singing Monty killed the python in the kitchen I know, oh, oh, oh
eating what i said last night for breakfast….
There is a distinct before I published in The Rumpus http://therumpus.net/2015/07/songs-of-our-lives-looks-like-rain-by-the-grateful-dead/ and a distinct after. What a wonderful little creative world changer! Since it’s publication last week I’ve received so many emails, notes, messages on my various sites about how important the story was to the readers. I have received so many personal stories about others experiences as a Deadhead and I have also received just simple, powerful – “I love you”s – it’s overwhelming and beautiful and I can’t thank everyone enough for the support & sharing.
What a short strange trip its been 🙂
I should have just told you the truth.
I’m not married.
You’re just creepy and obnoxious and I’m never going to be interested in you.