by Caldwell Phillips
Thursday, April 10, 2003
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There are three left and a moth on the wall.
Junior is talking about being broke.
I feel nervous with no dream team
Cheering in my veins.
Three beers, one moth, two crazy people,
No paycheck. Someone’s slapping the
Thin plywood with two deadbolts
And balsa thin jambs.
That jackass landlord, licking his lips,
For this slum dive
Where the roaches starve.
We ain’t got it so I’ll
Roll onto my side, get a week’s reprieve
For rent, just to be inside, but he’s got
To come back when Junior’s gone
Gathering, so he take it out of my ass.
I feel stinking, like onions,
Stagger to the shower, reach
For the hot water, wash
In the flow of rusty water,
Listening to the pipes bang.
Junior is talking to himself
In the kitchen. He’d better take
The crutches and leave me the last
Two. We’ve slipped a few rungs,
But people don’t give up so easy,
Two beers, one moth and two very sick
High school grads,
Together. Alone against
Caldwell Philips 2002
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|Reviewed by Cynthia Burch (Reader)
|I have always liked this one, it seems so real that people are assuming it is. lol CB|
|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
|Damn! I love when the two of you write together! I have missed your work! This is a real ride, and I enjoyed every second!
Hugs, Light and Love,
|Reviewed by Mac
|Great write. Reminds me of some folks I used to know.|
|Reviewed by Deborah Dessaint
|Paints the kind of picture people don't want to face. Very descriptive. XO|
|Reviewed by Nickolaus Pacione
|hell yeah this one is good -- one of your darkest writes in a long time. Jesus Christ.|
|Reviewed by Hungry Roach
|Hee, hee, Janet, I was just messen with ya. I know you have a lovely home. Great poets like yourself can write and make anything seem real.
Love you lots too........Sketchman RonnieRat
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|God, can I envision this from my days in downtown Seatlle, I was better off living in my car than going into that Downtown Apartment...'course, I had no choice when my car was "liberated" from the streets of riff-raff... I'll have to admit, though, Janet, I saw no starving cockroaches, of the insect sort, but many of the human kind. Strong, dis-(but, oh so really) passionate piece of hopelessness...|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This is beyond excellent...Wow!anyone who can write this has to be published! lose the 666;-)777 might be helpful..lol|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Ron, check your board.
Love U lots! JC xoxoxoxo
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Hope you get a better place
Sad write, but a lot of folks
live this way.....
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|I feel like I just read something from 'Sam Spade'...don't know whether to laugh or cry...so I will clap...clap...clap...clap... and say bravo.|