cigarettenderness

ashes scatter across yellowed carpet
cigarette blows
a hole in my mind
the street
waits for the rain to fall

like a car crash
like the definition
of thunder

ashes follow
the cigarette
down

thursday coffee

thursdaycoffee
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so, we've had the music (well, words about music.... maybe someday i'll get around to posting actual music), poetry, some random stuff, but no coffee...

today that changes.

here's the coffee. it's made at home, by me, every morning, for myself and for Shelley. and sometimes the dogs get a little foam lick as well.

the first before work cuppa getuppa.

cracks in the highway

barbie truck
Originally uploaded by kitedrums

i wake up after the day begins
early light missing my eyes
reminding me of sitting outside
a motel room
caught with the thrill of travel
against the sky
and the knowledge
of early morning drive

it’s an east coast wind
that pulls me closer
like florida heat
like carolina fireflies

leave the rain
slow pigeons and
green
head into the hills
watch the truckstops
seduce the sides
of the road

i don’t take my sunglasses off
for a week
there’s a girl
wearing a cross
hair in her eyes
she smiles at me
room number 36
and by the time i finish my drink
she’s gone
greyhound quick

i tie the dusk to my door
wondering about the rain

humid veins and girl hair in my dreams
she’s gone before
i finish my drink

birds fly across my shadow
highway stay awake

-marcel feldmar

three (3) :

hanging flower

i can break i have
i have frozen solid
cracked open




greatful that it’s not concrete

drag you down messing up
your clothes

throw me in the ditch

your legs glow

my fingers reach out
drag you down




almost remembering what it’s like to hate

hold my hands

they’re not as steady
as i’d like
i’m shaking

my fingers
ache



-marcel feldmar

sugar & water

(with thanks (and/or apologies) to the promise ring. tell everyone we're dead.)

did you know that i drink
sugar & water
to hold me down
to hold me next to you

yeah
sugar & water
to hold me down
to hold me close
to hold me softly next to you

'cause you're sweeter
than the liquid moon
i drink you in
drink you down
you drink me too
do we finish too soon
am i failing you
i twist my arm
around empty air
it hurts but i don't know where
& i don't care

it hurts right now it hurts right now

every time i see an ambulance
i wonder if it's me
who's died
am i just a ghost to everyone else
or just invisible inside
either way
i don't care
you say it'll fade
but i don't care

it hurts right now it hurts right now

so i drink sugar & wataer
to hold me down

-marcel feldmar

don’t call me late for dinner

don’t call me late for dinner

alright, okay, cut the crap…
your rhyme? it’s transparent… like saran (w)rap
and they try to cut you down
but you keep your feet on the ground
refusing to ride
on the pop culture riffs
that are all hit or miss
and you slide
catching her eyes sly cornerwise
quick shift slip peripheral romantic
and you think she’s hit
so ya trip into a trance
obscure sonic audio slow dance
singin’ “i may not be the black crow king
but i can drum better than hamlet (pow pow pow)”
and she smiles, so you think you might have a chance
and make some hipster cocktail reference
as if alcohol is the best defense
against her smile
soldier of fortune style
what’s her name… you know the one
with a gun to your head
but those eyes… and i regress
back to when i used to read
about where the wild things are
they’re never too far, they’re right here in my head
or mickey in the night kitchen
and back to those guns… i mean her eyes…
and it’s not my trigger finger that’s itchin’
like daisy duke at an irish bar…
“you! cut-off!”
but i’ve just started have i gone too far?
i just wanted a beer
but i guess my truck i mean the buck oh fuck it’s just my luck
that stops here
so you break the rhyme
to bring it
to bring it back
to bring it down
to bring it down here
to bring it here now
before you drop some boss hogg segue
into a blues explosion
that leaves you standing in muddy water
crying over spilt ocean
and you say…

“did i tell you that i fell in love with my wife
twice
but she moved about as far as you can move
without swimming
i guess i can just pretend that i’m free.
last i heard she was doing fine
she got a job
she got a dog
i heard someone say
that it looked a lot like me.”

-marcel feldmar

the simpsons don't have an RV, they have a bandwagon

and then i went to the carnival...



and then i ate some pie.