recall now
that 10 years
have passed by,
Since the Mayan
calendar came
to its end.
It was the last
time I was dating
younger women
- I stopped
giving up
drinking -
And I was seeing
an older woman
Called Josie.
that 10 years
have passed by,
Since the Mayan
calendar came
to its end.
It was the last
time I was dating
younger women
- I stopped
giving up
drinking -
And I was seeing
an older woman
Called Josie.
She preferred
that I didn’t drink,
as she was a
hopeless drunk
She hadn’t eaten in
months and cared
only about children
as her daddy tried
to shoot her when
she was 5.
I fell deep
for Josie
she was
so
fucking
difficult
to be with, but I
was only a 37 yo boy
and she was 48 yo
blonde bombshell
who went off
in the sack
and she
wasn’t
shaved!
It was a long journey to
her house a 2 hour train
we got together
on a scent,
she was a
Sagittarius
We drank vodka
like it was water
and we never
left the bed.
Then, she started eating,
she started inviting
her daughter’s
boyfriends
into her bed.
They ate all the
food I bought
for her
and she would
come up with new
explanations, new
versions of the truth.
I stuck around of course,
as she had the best vinyl
collection and then
I went off with
her eldest daughter
She had just turned 23
and we never gave up smoking,
Like her mamma wanted us to.
We ate at the pancake parlour
at 3am, all hours of the early
morning making friends
with the local
creatures
and getting
the phone numbers
of attractive bisexual
women who wanted
both of us together
and committing
sin in the
name
of Satan.
She was a witch
you see - and
She drove a green Celica.
We both liked owls & heavy metal
We had the greatest
meaningful
conversations
and she looked
up to me for
safety.
All of this ended, when
I wanted my own flat
a new religion
and money in my pocket again.
But, when I was done,
I was done.
Now resumes, the straight song.
J.C Hawkes - is an alien who arrived on this god-forsaken planet in the territory of AUSTRALIA - in the middle of the decade he’d have preferred to been of age as to party with the poets he admires to this day. The Burroughs’ and the gorgeous Patti Smith, the Ferlinghetti’s and the David Bowie’s ( in his Coke Daze) - yes! the dirty filthy 1970s always suited his fantasies. He was of age in the 1990s instead and somehow survived, the day that fuckin’ Kurt Cobain died! By discovering Jim Morrison, he never did care for teeny bopping lights.
Now in his later years, he is approaching 50 and he is quiet and reflective and writes pages of poetry daily about his memories he actually lived. While on the inside he only ever wanted to write books, grow an old man beard and live in the mountains in a cabin built for one. Grow old and die there - this would be fine - by me.
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