Mail Order Brides Rule. |
Dating blows. You make time during your productive schedule to show a girl a night out and at the end of the night you typically end up with blue balls. Don't be a retard and pay out the ass for a wor...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 20:21:00 GMT |
Along the Rio Grande. |
The other night I walked along the Rio GrandeBeneath the scattered moonlight, andAmongst the suffering heat of summer.Side by side holding Death's shivering hand, I walkedAlong the Rio Grande.We paced...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:25:00 GMT |
If They Knew, Would They Want To? |
I watched Tucker as he shut the door to his car and drive down the street after completing his usual grocery delivery. He was a good boy, like his father was back in the day.I decided to sit for a whi...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:43:00 GMT |
Why That Flag? |
"Burt Williams hangs a Confederate flag in front of his house because he no longer feels the pride in waving the usual fifty-star flag that represents his country. His pride has been shaved down to th...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 01:52:00 GMT |
The Waves Come Crashing. |
A man and woman dance on the beachUnder a barrage of starlight, skipping wave to wave.They move in harmony, with the sea as their musicAnd the breeze guiding there movement. This danceWas perfect,But ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 07:36:00 GMT |
About my nickname. |
In case it seems odd that I would have "Face" as my screen name, I would like to give the background story to it.It started out when I was ordering something at What-A-Burger and I was taken by surpri...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:39:00 GMT |
Drinker’s Poem 1 |
Bartender make me the worst concoction you can mix.I want something that makes people fall like bricks.The night is young and I'm looking to start it off rightSo give me the first bottle in sight.Tomo...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 06:04:00 GMT |
Cowboy Poem 1 |
The hooves glop beneath us as we race the amber sunas it melts behind the distant mountainsblanketed in blurry details of that evening shadow.
He gallops, I lead against the fading lightThat goes unno...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 18:43:00 GMT |
Cowboy Poem 2 |
The American dream is just a dreamFor me.You'll never see a picket fence at my homeIf I have one.I'd love to travel those high roadsBut my wings won't take me there;So I'll just stick to these murky s...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 18:29:00 GMT |
Don’t Ever Have a 23rd Birthday in New Mexico |
I never had a problem with having a birthday, until I realized that my 23rd birthday would be in the shit hole of America known as New Mexico. The south end of this state is only comparable to living ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 04:02:00 GMT |
