Poetry by Cailean Jack ♥ Art by Holly Martz
fit those fingers
between the fret
master string puller
with your daddy shades on
denying the years
how the spotlight shines
on your bald spot
pushing out notes like loose change
to a hooker
pot belly hidden
behind newly-purchased guitar
so shiny and dustfree
unlike your soul
Blue collar blues
fuck if I didn’t
gamble the mortgage money away
I know about toxic debt
I’m drank from the bottle of self-destruction
lost the cork
and vomited on the bar
kicked away my stool
my woman
my friends
damn a real man only needs two bits
and a bourbon
i’ll stand up myself
none of your sorrows thank you very much
the trees will be comfortable
under the moon tonight
One a.m. means nothing
nothing meaningful happens
once the moon is high
and the patrons are out
admiring the stars
wondering how they can get
to be so bright too
daddy never bought me a rocketship
just a pocket full of shit promises
at bedtime
which he forgot about the next day
while my dreams were left to hang
on the hopes of the next astronaut
that failed to breathe
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