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YOU REALLY SHOULD KNOW BETTER

You’re 57 years old You really should know better (and you do know better) but knobbly knees you go with the flow and succumb to darker angels You are old enough You really do know better yet still you make the call a shot of Rock and Rye Original Jacquins experiments in liquor and theContinue reading “YOU REALLY SHOULD KNOW BETTER”

PART OF THE PROBLEM

so I descend wishing to traverse time Hemmingway drank here with a cast of ne’er do wells, pirates and twisted characters but the color and flavor altered and diminished by tourists eyes glued to hand held devices complaints about hotel pillows irreparably destroy the mood I’m drinking craft beer out of a souvenir plastic cupContinue reading “PART OF THE PROBLEM”

PURE EVIL GENIUS

jury is hung deliberations failed debate rages on https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1101583

ZOOMIES WITHOUT COFFEE

A moment of repose eying coffee mug with imploring glance but crazy canine does zoomies without coffee don’t need more stimulation https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1125389

EGGS, BLOODY MARYS & JAZZ

There was time to kill since the next train was at 5:38AM. Fortunately, Manhattan always offered options. An all night diner or a 4:00AM bar; 24 hour deli. A favorite haunt back in the day was the Jazz Cultural Theatre on 8th Ave between 28th and 29th ST They had a residency with legendary drummerContinue reading “EGGS, BLOODY MARYS & JAZZ”

THE ELECTRIC JIMMY SWAGGART ACID TEST

It can be really intense when you take acid and I’m not talking about fake shit. I mean reality and real intensity. There was one time when I dosed with a few friends. It was good liquid about 250 mikes a hit. I indulged in two hits. We were restless so someone go the bright idea to cruise overContinue reading “THE ELECTRIC JIMMY SWAGGART ACID TEST”

TEMP WORKER

I guess nobody likes temp workers they take up space take up jobs often shit jobs no one else wants like undocumented fruit pickers the temp worker is pariah par excellence slipping in earning a few bucks and disappearing before learning any names or faces This one time, not at band camp, I was aContinue reading “TEMP WORKER”

PAKISTAN JOE

I was 16 years old and in all probability working illegally. I had taken a gig as a busboy at a local diner. I was working the graveyard shift from midnight to 5:00am on weekends. After hour gig bussing tables of the drunks virgin cherry popped I befriended the dishwasher. He told me everyone called him Pakistan Joe. HeContinue reading “PAKISTAN JOE”

DELIRIOUS LIGHTNING

The music at the Peach Festival was always unreal. Every band brings their A game and you just expect magic. The Claypool Lennon Delirium was on fire. But it was a dark overcast day. The clouds kept getting darker as the music progressed. Off in the distance, you could see bolts of lightning flashing. Maybe it was just the acid butContinue reading “DELIRIOUS LIGHTNING”

CRIMSON WHITE AND INDIGO

It was a hot fucking day in July. We were young and gloriously naïve. The Grateful Dead were set to pack JFK for a jubilant celebration. Shakedown Street was shaking as all the Deadheads shopped for tie dyed t-shirts and kind grilled cheese sandwiches. JFK was an old decaying stadium and one could envision gladiators in leather helmets goingContinue reading “CRIMSON WHITE AND INDIGO”