I was drinking again, hanging out In the local tavern of losers Newly divorced, no man friend Sucking a bottle for comfort
The jukebox was making The familiar whine in tempo To the rest of the patrons This time I mind the anesthesia
And the beer nuts I can’t stand The nostalgia-induced coma Coming on. I need some rock Some earsplitting roll Feedback-distortion
Slap me awake; it’s a long drive Home. I dig in my jeans Pull a pill and a quarter Swallow the quarter Head for the music machine And drop the pill in the slot
Janny Caldwell 2002-2005
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Reviewed by Bob Holt (Reader)
Reviewed on December 23, 2005
I like this one. I've seen the ugly days. I've pretty much left the bars, but I still want to hear the rock music.
Jan, I like this one.
Represents the old in you,
time to concentrate on the NEW
side of you! This coming Tuesday or Wednesday (14th)
I find out if I have breast cancer. You have been on
my mind.
Becca
Slap Me Awake Again,i.e. I Hung Out In Sum Most Bitchen Clubs In Pittsburgh-Yep, Drinken Burbon On Rocks--I Never Got Drunk--I Never Smoked But Breathed It Any Way Those Who Did Smoke In Clubs-
By 4:00 am Cloated Get In My Bad Ass 54 Olds -Burn Strip Tire Marks 120mph a Mile Up Rt 30 T,i.e. 50 Miles Before Later I Fell Asleep In My Car Driven At Wheel--(God) Only Knows My Olds--My Car Drove Me Got Me Safely Home...
My 49 & 54 Olds Was My Guardian Angel No Lyen,i.e. Slap Me Awake Too_
I AWAKE At My GARAGE DOOR--Wonderen How In Hell Did I Get Back Here...
I have always liked this one, lover. Its just so you.... (did you get the quarter back BTW? Or were you not that hard up at the time?)
Glad you liked the musical poem Alien In My Bed - that backing track is cute. But my next "weird music" jaunt across the cosmos of verse, Time Treavellers, which I am saving, is the one where I am accompanied into space by a certain Texan blonde. I'll post that after we have done your music for Deja Vu Man etc.
You know sweets, we are at the bleeding edge of new media poetry here.
love
Ian
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Represents the old in you,
time to concentrate on the NEW
side of you! This coming Tuesday or Wednesday (14th)
I find out if I have breast cancer. You have been on
my mind.
Becca
Slap Me Awake Again,i.e. I Hung Out In Sum Most Bitchen Clubs In Pittsburgh-Yep, Drinken Burbon On Rocks--I Never Got Drunk--I Never Smoked But Breathed It Any Way Those Who Did Smoke In Clubs-
By 4:00 am Cloated Get In My Bad Ass 54 Olds -Burn Strip Tire Marks 120mph a Mile Up Rt 30 T,i.e. 50 Miles Before Later I Fell Asleep In My Car Driven At Wheel--(God) Only Knows My Olds--My Car Drove Me Got Me Safely Home...
My 49 & 54 Olds Was My Guardian Angel No Lyen,i.e. Slap Me Awake Too_
I AWAKE At My GARAGE DOOR--Wonderen How In Hell Did I Get Back Here...
Your True Friend,TRASK
CJ
is never old
when by request
it is sung from below
bar stool
lol
i'll be checking my quarters
Glad you liked the musical poem Alien In My Bed - that backing track is cute. But my next "weird music" jaunt across the cosmos of verse, Time Treavellers, which I am saving, is the one where I am accompanied into space by a certain Texan blonde. I'll post that after we have done your music for Deja Vu Man etc.
You know sweets, we are at the bleeding edge of new media poetry here.
love
Ian