“Careful, there’s maybe life in this place yet.” I check the clock on my old phone; you can still make out the time despite the crack on the screen. 11:58. Near noon. Bam time. “Another drink, please, pal,” I motion to Frank. He brings me one over, and I slide him a couple of coins.Continue reading “Bam : Part 5 of the Miserable Bastards Series”
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Some Kind of Salvation
I don’t drink.I think about drinking some times.I think about disappearing into the city,Into the night.Into a rock and roll song.The music.The crowd.The passion.Sparks.I’ve been lost.I’ve been a fool.But the music,Is me.AndI am the music.Like a map,Back to myself.A pawn shop guitar man,But a guitar man none the less.Turn up the guitar.Make it loud.ConnectionsLit up.Me.You.Everybody.Together.SometimesContinue reading “Some Kind of Salvation”
Bath Tub Blues
Maybe I’ll run on like a rolling stone,Still going into my 80s.When my Pappa was getting his bus pass.Maybe I’ll be more like,A fat guy in the bathtub.Thinking he is having the last laugh.Either way,I’m going to take this moment.Take this day.And live it.© Paul Andrew Sneddon
Spirit
Slept on the couch,Slept in the bath tub,Slept on the floor,Slept in the graveyard,But,But it wasn’t my time.Wrote a letter,Wrote a song,Wrote a message,Put it in a bottle,Smashed it,Against the wall.I wrote it down and burnt it.Watched the smoke drift to the skies.I walked the street,People crossed the road,To avoid me.Wouldn’t look me in theContinue reading “Spirit”
Sunset
Take a walk,The sun going down,Shadows stretching across the ground,Still a little heat in the sun,A few folks looking lobster,Peeling and undone.Pizza delivery car crawling up the street,Looking for the right house,Hurry man, folk impatient to eat.Couples going into town,Dressed up for a date,He says,”Getting a hustle on, can’t be late.”She says,”You try walking inContinue reading “Sunset”
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