Posted in Poetry


I am having the worst time of my life.

My business is going
to shit,
all because of a woman.

Not the sexy elderly kind. The kind that makes you
talk a lot about
killing your babies.
I need some damn space but she always
finds a way to cheap shot me and get me back on the train.

Then it’s just another week, maybe two of not eating and constant begging.

What a hell of a transition—at least,
that’s what I call it to the investors.

I’d just roll her straight down the hill, if that sort of thing was possible.
She is definitely
confusing me
than she is helping me.


the Devil

in a bottle.




Trying to find the right words.

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