This is a blog page to post some of my most demented poems of my life

Crack whore

I drive thru the city on my way home, ready to face another dull meal helping with homework giving baths reading stories and going to bed. The monotony I’ve achieved thru education and hard work

my glance takes me to the side of the road, our eyes meet and then a nod. I pull over and in jumps sadness. Dark rings under the eyes of a once pretty face, sallow and sullen, fingernails dirty and chewed to the bone, matted hair hidden by an old army cap

what are you looking for she asks as I pull away....Quoting an old Kerouac line I say “I want god to show me his face”

she says “I can make you see god for 50 bucks” with a yellow toothed grin

she won’t last the week

I ask “what are you looking for?”

she tells me money, she says she has none and needs crack and vodka plus a couple bucks for the rooming house tonight...

I pull in behind a dive, she says she will take care of me for 20 bucks so she can at least get some vodka in her...

I hand her 20 bucks and tell her to get out, and get her vodka. She says she’ll be back to take care of me, I tell her not to bother, “the 20 is yours”

she says I’m insane, calls me a freak, and heads to the bar, I don’t argue

She wont be around much longer, hope she enjoys the vodka

I pull back on to the street to head home

I hope we’re having meatloaf tonight.............