reality – Danton Lamar & Werd Ent.

Drive

Four hours of drinking and partying, followed by a needed hour-long reprieve and I walk out the door. The world is a bit hazy and there is a slight stumble accompanied by an added heaviness to my steps that suggests I definitely should go back upstairs to sleep it off on the couch. Disregarding logic,Continue reading “Drive”

Day 37

Buzz starts, “It’s day 37. Everyone I’ve know has died. Everyone I’ve met. My kids, friends, family all dead. They all die, why haven’t I? How am I still alive!? Riding along on this tram I look out at everyone I should never meet. I don’t want them to die too. They sit and stand,Continue reading “Day 37”

Wake Up

“Insomnia has been my companion since I woke up. You see I woke up somewhere just like here. But, it wasn’t here, not really. There are a number of times I’ve woken up in other places. None the same. None as bad as there,” Collin said staring at his clenched hands. Father Kris interrupts, “Collin,Continue reading “Wake Up”

Sober? – A Poem?

Why does it feel so good? In the moment it is all worth it Just one more A hit, a line, a pill, a bump, a lick Why does it feel SO good? They say they numb you I find clarity without feeling A sense of being Beyond my mortal shell Even through days ofContinue reading “Sober? – A Poem?”

I’ve Been Called Worse – A Poem

Oreo – by city kids Brew Bear – in college Great hugger – by many A black Seth Rogan – by an ex Black – in my country Negro – by a blind man Gangster – by a stranger Homie – by my white friend My G – by a real G Dawg – whenContinue reading “I’ve Been Called Worse – A Poem”

The Cop

I was driving down I-90 on my way back to college. My best friend in the front seat, my girl in the back, and the speedometer read 92-94 mph downhill. Sean was late for a date with the then love of his life. We had gone back to Massachusetts for a nonreligious long weekend. “ThisContinue reading “The Cop”

Jimmy Loves

Jimmy lands his left hook, followed by the haymaker he had been waiting for all two rounds. Glove, an imprint of knuckles, and follow thru was the combination that sent Doug the Dog’s mouthpiece and blood through the air. His mouth guard landed when he did. Coming back to the moment, seeing the ref countContinue reading “Jimmy Loves”

The Night Reality was Proven

“The weekend has begun! I wish I didn’t have class tomorrow,” Jade takes a drag from the second joint in rotation. Exhaling, “Macro Economics can suck a… Kugh hugh kuh, fat sack.” “Tomorrow is Thursday, we have Anthro 101,” Erik reminds him from across the six-person circle. “Whatever, class is class they all suck. AreContinue reading “The Night Reality was Proven”