JackDeadmen

I have been an angel and a demon, devil and saint. Have I failed to mention that I am not a man of conviction, but rather a man of confliction … Fliction—-hmm, I will have to look into that word, or else coin it for sure … I am always at odds within myself, and [...]

I feel crushed Deflated Broken Alone I keep waiting on a track that never rumbles or shakes or gives any indication that there’s a train Coming my way Anymore Though I keep thinking I hear something, feel something, see something Just beyond the horizon Maybe tomorrow Had this ticket been imagined, that I thought I had, [...]

Ok, Canaries, this is a slight bending of the rules … but not. The last line (minus chorus) has troubled me for some time and I am rectifying it here. Enough of this. Whatever comes out of me here, top of my head as its solution, is what will stay as the final line forever, [...]

I thought I was okay I truly believed I’d seen the last Of wanting and wondering and wandering and (please, god, please) (fill in the blank) (I’m much too tired) And isn’t that the problem? I thought I was okay I truly believed I’d seen the last Of wanting and wondering and (please, god, please) [...]

Today I was called an existentialist As though it were a bad thing, a sin, something I could control because I am responsible for my own actions and decisions; as though I should be ashamed; as though I am less than for believing the evidence that the cause and effect have had on my cause [...]

This is why I keep my mouth shut Words can’t ever seem to keep up My brain’s too fast For mouth and fingers The silly Mad Man Bit still lingers

Kerouac’s on the radio Track 1, American Haikus Ten minutes long / eight to go, and my finger stretches out to move things along to Track Number Two. And his voice jumps from out of the speakers and becomes a voice in my head And there he is: like a black and white photo because [...]

“Leave the straps off and the bar up” I said. The Carny grunted and snorted and with one finger taped the flask in his pocket and then on his temple at the memory in his head. The look in his eye said he understood I would not return with the black metal can on wheels [...]

Shake the Rust off Wipe the tears This engine hasn’t turned in years Push the button Spin the crank Stroke the lever like a two-buck skank I swear I can hear a purr that rattles and shakes and purrs some more I swore this task would be a chore. Crack a smile The hurt is good [...]