Donley

Night Life

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 23:53:58 GMT

I've had this question in my heart
And I can't get her out

I've tried to hold on
I'm safe haven
Then the day ends

The pretext of the situation,
Love
If I tried to explain,
I'd fail

It doesn't work like math
It isn't really a myth
Maybe a few find it in meth
And what options are you left with?
Bad teeth, a lie, and numbers that don't add
Where should I begin to take these things away

I worry I'll never see her again
Then there are the evils,
Petty fears that only scrape at the above

Night Life
Beautiful Girl

When the World Goes Honest

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 06:46:46 GMT

If not for dreams
If not for many things
If not for her

I did dream of her
I woke
I couldn't sleep,
till I knew the dream

For my nights are nightmares
Beaten by her man one night
Caring for her the next
Watching everything slip away
Watching her

When the world goes honest,
So will I.

Courting a Lovely Nurse

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 05:49:17 GMT

I pick times out in my head
I'll call at 8:30
Maybe she'll answer

I try to act cool
I'd rather be suave
Or at least be debonair
I'm only a fool

I think of her freckled skin
Her glasses
Long blond hair
Which makes me feel cowardly?

I'd call her beautiful
Yet I'll admit her voice pricks my ear
The tone, the slang, the slur
It makes me hang on words
Makes me mean
I listen all the more

With a lovely nurse
I feel foolish
Her bed is high
Her skin warm

Courting Blonde Nurses
Perky breasted woman
I act foolish and drink
She makes a man wait

While I've Been Courting

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 05:33:53 GMT

A man does what he must
Sometimes the wrong things
Me, I've courted death
I've chased women from my bed

They say adultery is a sin
So is true love
Any love
It is all a sin

Half my life I felt old
I've only been young

I finally slept with death
She is good
Makes me hard
Licks my ear lobes

I drink to her
The drugs
The liquor
The pills
All of it for her

While I've been courting
I've had others
Blonds and Brunettes
Dark skinned and pale

I chase all women from my bed
I don't like them to stick around
I love to stick it to them
But those are thoughts of other men

Love is a sin
It is in everything
Makes me hard
Like death

I've courted a few
Had affairs
Played out lovers fears
Cheated and whored
For love

Who loves me now
Who but death
Whore that she is
Death sleeps with everyone

Soft Drink

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 14:52:36 GMT

More coke than water
So the heart says
Mine is just being loud
Hope he goes away
"The beat is a little fast",
the veins say
Coke, not water
My song can't last

Dirty (Now And Forever)

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 20:22:48 GMT

I try
I do
I promise
You know I can't

These things I want to feel
Promises of something better
I can only fake it
Pills & Alcohol

I try
You know

It is killing me
I'm Dizzy
My heart is spinning
I only worry about her

I've tried
I know
I'm foolish
I love her

I'm sorry
I never told her

I'll keep doing this
I can't stay clean

The Job, The Life, and Breaking up other couples just cause you can dance.

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 06:14:39 GMT

When you get drunk
you think you can dance
when you dance
boyfriends get mad

She wasn't skinny
would've broke a dick
though she was cute enough
I could close my eyes

My hands would feel it
I'd be limp
Though I felt pretty
Like a drunk doesn't

When you're drunk
You'll admit to death
Your kids are dead
Let the air in

I spell my name in piss
I drink till I'm sick

She sniffs
that's the drip

Thankfully I'm not a whore
and "These girls are delicate"
They are bones
On Credit, Blow

The Boney King

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 04:10:48 GMT

The nurse checks in
she doesn't stay to visit
I've seen her out of uniform
By her guise I'd say honey
Though she isn't sweet

The queen cuts lines
Loving everyman
The razor cuts her
I'd cut myself
Dear, Cut me a line

I the Boney King
I wait for my paunch to grow
The liquor doesn't stick
Me and the Queen we don't eat

My father, the king before
Like me took the speed
We stay skinny
Though my father quit

She the Queen of Bones
She Feeds me the lines
On lips it tastes numb
We've used our reserve

I don't eat
I wait for death

The nurse checks in

In my family

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 08:31:39 GMT

My father use to sing "Donny Duaney" right along to dream on. I was little then running away ashamed. I watched my father play his guitar all my life. He was drunk when I was little and I was surrounded by drunks. My brother was going to desert storm. I just held my hands over my ears.

My Grandfather, I remember his mustache and his salt and pepper hair.His was the only funeral. I've never been to another.
I remember I was supposed to cry ; I did to myself. I had a new box of crayons while everyone watched him buried. I stayed out of sight. It was a brown coffin.

Old men fall and drool. I think I am supposed to have respect. I am young. Everything in my life seems to be dying and I don't know how I am supposed to get to be old. I can't make it there.

Nothing is Sacrate to Me

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 08:09:06 GMT

"Don't Poke me like a beached whale."
"A beached whale?"

I'm not ok
I can promise that
I'm petty
Smaller than you'll ever be

We sweep it away
like the long days
and i can feel my nails in my palm
Liquor for blood
and my head is a bit clearer
She won't stay

I feel like drinking all day
crashing
not to do a thing
if i were a cripple

I'd ask any women to save me
maybe even a girl
and a baby can't quit my smoking
I wave with aged hands
It's good to be high
waving good-by

You're phony fucks
at least i'm honest
I'm a drunk now
daddy told me about the bottle
mother doesn't say a damn thing

I just want to bleed
smear my blood on her lips
bite her then fuck her
like revenge
just like me

Though I'd be a king

I know I've told a few of you more than enough but here is something new. When I was younger I believed in love. For certainly crazy things were happening to me. It was like I was running away. I don't think I ever told anyone I loved her, Faith. I don't think I told anyone I cried. You'll realize nothing works. Not even love. I chase it away. Now I know every minute with her I will remember as an old man. Chase that for awhile. Feel young and feel ok. One day this will all be over or I'll get ugly. Tonight I feel beautiful. Tomorrow I'll drink till it quits me.

Like A Man I Only Listen to Women

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 05:58:08 GMT

I meet a girl who told me I think too much
she told me how she escaped
how a man told her she was cynical
so she told herself to be happy, everyday
and she told me it worked

When I acted
She moved away
never to say a word
to return a call
so what did I learn

A lover told me many things
but I never said one
I still don't
I don't know how
and what could I say

She told me I was lazy
She doesn't know how much it hurts
To not want to waste away
to have the endless and mindless
to feed nothing
this is horror

So what have I learned
To act but not say anything
And I've never listened to one man
but all the women in my life
those I hold in my heart
I take their words
I take them all

I could say I've gathered them up
held them to me
and only a woman can make you a man
when she holds you
with eyes, lips, and legs
she can make you mean
or make you love

But I haven't learned a thing
Dear Eve, she gave us the fruit
We blamed her
All of us men
for a paradise that was lost

Though some of us are like Adam
we'll eat the fruit and believe in her
believe in the things she has to say
I believe in her and I love her
and not one day have I blamed her

What have I learned

Poor

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 03:20:57 GMT

My life is ordinarily quite mad
When I go to dance the Bums ask for change
and my girl says she hasn't eaten in days

We were jacked and coked
and she is still too young to drink
I'm always drunk

I told her I'd go mad with her
to keep her company
and when i pull away
she pulls me back

So I made her tin can recordings
Singing to her all day
without a worry
Whichever way it comes out

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 01:51:08 GMT

I sat waiting in the hallway at SPC with my portfolio. I saw Mr. Horn open the door. This was his technique to show the students how to write action. Not every little thing. Just what counts. As I waited, I went through my portfolio. Thoughts of Grad School float through my head.
    I wonder how I'd do. I like the workshops. I love writing. So I sat waiting for the man who started me out. I now have a degree on a wall. I'm trying to fill up the space. I'm a little unnerved. I'm afraid of the GRE but I plan to take it in a month.
    I asked Mr. Horn for a letter of recommendation if he liked any of my stories. He said I could sit in on his creative writing classes and comment. I think I just might.
    Next is professor Fleming. He already offered me a letter of recommendation. He seemed hopefully that'd I'd get in somewhere. I am worried about that.
    I know I don't need the mfa to write. I'd like to have it though. I'd like to teach.

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 02:25:17 GMT

Baby said get clean.
And I did.

Stimulant Status

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 19:40:11 GMT

You can't scare the devil out
You can only get him drunk

I'm tired of trying to beat my heart out
Take enough speed
Your veins are rockets
Little ice spikes crawling out

And when you run out
there is caffeine
and your heart never heals
but you make it through
another day
until it comes

Though I think I am done with death
She'll keep calling me back
I know the things I do
Though i try to consecrate my hopes,
I know I will always fail.

I Chase Devils

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 06:25:43 GMT

And so it finds a way
all things do
and I don't want to speak for awhile
not to anyone.

And I won't
and few know why
and I'll pass
far away

No more
Bars
Drinks
Women
Friends

I'm going to go away
I'm with the dead
the dying
and there is no hope
and you should know better
I should've but I don't believe in such things

And I've had enough
my hands shake
my head is screaming
I wonder If I'll ever sleep.

I think of how I turned love away
chased death down all dead ends

The ink drop of a silver moon
with the silver stars
twilight and sunrises
and death in-between

And I wish I could've had a daughter
a little girl all my own

I believed in love
but i have nothing
yet death's head is kissing me
So I go

Away
From the fast pace
Far from the devils
and I will not speak for a while.

Goodnight, Goodbye.

She says, "Nature Will Get it Right"

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 21:49:44 GMT

The phone is always ringing
but she is with me now
in my bed
and in my head

T.S. Elliot took hold
and my voice was his
as I spoke
I didn't Sing
for Prufrock , "I know you not"

I know Bukowski was a lover
just don't look at it as bitter
She asked me what I thought of her
nothing less
I'll leave those thoughts to other men

And if I called her muse
If I called her out
she'd think me quite mad.

I told her of Einstein
His little lost girl
Relativity is certain,
that this moment will last forever
but she'll speed away

And all the other men
the sum is so small in my head
all the boys you knew
know nothing of me
know not my madness
or the hopes in my heart

You poets were there
When I tried to find love
Your words and songs
Your silly thoughts

But as the woman said,
"Nature will get it all right."
Dear Darwin, We'll evolve
She said.

And the phone will ring
and I'll close my eyes

I spoke of hope
with the poets, scientist, and all other men
"Boys, I'll think of this woman until the end."

A Flight From Russia

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 07:03:11 GMT

I wait to hear those wheels hit the ground
for the guitars to start
and sweet old Johnny boy comes on through
And in a daisy chain i take this pill

To play
And remember that there are still voices
that there is still a live sound
that the crowd is song

And i remember promises I made
but i am never going to get it straight

my heads burnt out
and my heart never healed

So as we land
take off the oxygen mask.

Sometimes

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 19:56:29 GMT

Sometimes you keep it quiet
That way it is slow
and long
and the ennui that comes

Sometimes you make it quick
to get it out
to carry on
but that leaves you hungry

She'll hold me
and maybe it will last all night

But I wish to be loud and fierce
to be heard and felt
and that will end
we all tire

and when it turns back
to the slow and quiet

she'll hold me
but in the morning
we dress
we leave
we live

I Have The Devil In Me

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 07:38:01 GMT

In this Saint Petersburg
I kiss tickets more than women.
I'm in violation of some dumb shit.
And the cops have little dicks.

What are you keeping us sane from.
The truth.
That life is filled with drunks.
I am one.

I'm a drunk.
Violent
and i hope i smash into you.

I drink to get normal
i'm killing the edge
and women get closer

Then you hear the boys
"Who, who can i stick my dick to."
What, say what
your little dick.

And who is going to suck the life
suck from me all the things i couldn't fuck.
It's ok, you didn't really interest me.

She said
"I ain't going to last seven years."
Dear baby,
I hope i've drank enough to cause you tears.

So in St. Pete
a Florida town
a dead beat
dead sound
hell
where i've fucked.

Where to now
I am too drunk to care

You're sad and i hear his voice
Who am i too care.
About animal rights
and vegans
whores and coke
and I'm the whore

I'll sleep with any girl
to make myself feel better
and in this St. Pete town
I've probably slept with you.

So St. Pete sleeps
and I think of
women

And I've felt pretty
and I've done coke
and I've slept with her
and what does it matter
whose slept with whom
and who sucked or fucked

In this St. Pete town
we are the whores
and i feel beautiful
so i've sold you my soul

And they'd tell you I have the devil in me
I am only a man who drinks
So the devils in me and he is in St. Pete.

My Uncle Deals

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 07:40:46 GMT

I can't drink myself through the day
and the whiskey tastes like a woman.

I can't sleep enough to get the dreams out

So one more dream to drink
when love gets close

I can't drink you away
or fuck you enough.

I can't sleep
and i certainly don't eat

I stay beautiful with pills
One to stay skinny
another to stay bold
all of them to stay interesting
to keep my heart from going cold

And that is why they call it diet coke
Diet Right
Protected seven times behind the seal
governments just trying

but see we fuck and smoke
we drink all night
and i believe we are all just trying to get it right.

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 05:12:05 GMT

Dear Donley,

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*Alright!It is time to whore that story elsewhere.*

to the editor

Thu, 08 Mar 2007 01:14:50 GMT

I can see beauty in a thigh
The long and the high

I don't want anyone to catch me.
I'm trying to be beautiful.
I'm trying to be in her thighs
and in her eyes.

I'm trying to kiss
while staying a slut
I try to act cool
But it is a tiny room of drunks

And I don't want anyone trying to catch me.

I want to be mean to my women.
Then I want her next to me.

And I don't want you to see me naked,
Full of all my mistakes.

I don't want you trying to catch me being beautiful.
So please keep me safe.
Make me look fine in print.
Focused and big.
Take after take.

Blonde Girls

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 17:12:09 GMT

I woke this morning
Blue eyes
Not the green
or brown
but my first blue

And I watched
her naked body
twisting, swirling
her dream
of ankle snakes
and the nameless man

And I only tell you
to rid myself
of her smile
her blue eyes
and perky breasts

And If I could
I'd take them all out

She made me doubt
everything in me
she broke me
and still i think of her

In dreams and parked cars
On couches
and in restaurant dinners

When i wake
and when i close my eyes

Pills perched on my tongue
Empty bottles in a firing line
And nothing makes me go away

Anyway, She was a Blonde Girl.
Maybe Strawberry Blonde.

Korea

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 10:04:15 GMT

We went to war
I've met a Survivor
And your brothers,
What would they think of me?

Korea, Korea
Maybe I can stop being a Bachelor
Marry a beautiful girl
Get it all right

I'm already teaching Syria
And coffee keeps me awake
And if all else fails

Korea, Korea
A fake dream

I'd keep a curfew
Wait for the shroomed clouds
Hear a thousand words a day
and not understand one.
I'd lock my door
Wait for the North to come charging in
I'd Teach you how to say "Hello"

Korea
As Beautiful as you seem
You do know i have other dreams
And Dearest Korea if the U.S. doesn't need me
If nobody needs me at all
If I wanted to feel lonely
I'll come to you,
I'll come.

And Oh Korea
How the U.S. Broke you in half
What would you think of me
My USA jeans
my tan
my American tongue ,
that teaches old English words.

Would you love me
Knowing I'm the son
of the men with guns
though i have no courage
nothing passed down
nothing shared
and my heart my own
No old hate
And I'm not afraid of your Brother
No matter what he says
Or if he fights me

Korea a Dream