LIFE AND LUCK AND SUCKER’S BETS

Sometimes it’s gonna hurt Sometimes it’s gonna hurt when it shouldn’t Sometimes nothings gonna make sense Even the things that should And sometimes There aint a damn thing you can do about it Except grin and bear it Take it square on the chin And then throw back at it Twice as hard just out…

THIS IS MY LOVE POEM

I’d like to take a sharp knife and carefully cut off my face So you’d have no reason to look at me So you could never see me So I could be hidden forever behind your own revulsion So I could be invisible behind my own horror So I could blow you goodbye kisses With…

JOB SKILLS

Then the Lord said to Satan, “Behold, all that he has Is in your power, Only do not put forth Your hand on him” So Satan departed from the presence of the Lord… Book of Job 1:12 Suffer They say suffer It’s good for the soul And builds character And a charge account With the…

FEARS

I don’t talk about you Much to anyone It’s not shame More like fear I’m fearful to lose you I’m fearful I’ll fail you I’m fearful that my god is just cruel enough to take you I’m fearful that I’m just dumb enough to lose you And the thing about fear Is it’s real Just…

AND THE BABBLE RUNS AS HORSES THROUGH THE RIVERS

Sometimes it is the silence That is the heaviest Some burdens Don’t follow laws of physics Let alone listen To the jabbering of psychics Look in the end The math All comes out the same equation common core sing along Keep eager hands busy Pray daily And take your vitamins Remember We don’t want the…

ALMOST FORGOTTEN

Almost forgotten are the quiet desperate Footsteps that has led me here down the Laughing Path to a new found Hell Not like other Hells- much more subtle here like a touch of perfume on a mannequin or a pauper Jesus reborn a thousand times a thousand different ways like a Buddha with woolen robes…

A NIGHT WITH OLD FRIENDS

I don’t know why I should be used to it by now But I am always surprised At how easy it is with you How comfortable It is to be next to you Sharing words that are birds Of new thoughts shared Yesterday’s reminiscing Showered with laughter. You know all my dark secrets All the…

6 DEGREES OF FOREVER

I stink of sweat The stress Rolling down my forehead Middle of back across chest Underarms Ass and thighs 6 more hours to go 6 more hours Being assault by the scream Of the Makita grinder 10,000 rpms Throwing dust in the air to suck Line the lungs In superheated glass coating Promise of slow…

BROWN HOODIE

Threadbare worn out brown hoodie With a hole in the sleeve Doing its best to comfort me As I sit here in the Lakewood morning dark Get the jumpstart On the morning Racing the Raising Sun to the Ocean ©workingclassproduction.com, 2014

In the Shadow of the Bomb Reviews

Some reviews of my first book, In the Shadow of the Bomb… On the words of J.W. Gardner By Drew Ishmael (retired Army combat vet) Joe is my brother, not of the biological kind, but by choice. In our brotherhood we have always loved each other, never forgotten each other, but we did miss birthdays…