nicole
is like
a walk in the woods
on a day when
the wind isn't cold
just touches your face
and is there
d. mcmanus
v.1
9 Dec 2008
(poem)
When did Gretchen last touch me?
In the truck?
The day I cashed that check
from the house she never wanted
and didn't pay for
our last husband/wife moment
Bad marriage is like tinnitus;
a constant ringing in the ear.
Always there.
Always uncomfortable.
And I realize I'm doing what I want her to do.
Paralized, not moving, pining away.
Writing songs about how I fucked it all up
and walking in the rain.
I see her in all my favorite songs
where I'm the subject of every drunken lout
without the grace of being drunk.
I make those times out to be worse than they were
all the more for the fact that I never loved her.
d. mcmanus
v.2
8 Dec 2008
(title of poem)
when did gretchen touch me last
in the truck
the day I cashed that check
our last husband and wife moment
bad marriage is like tinitus
a slight ringing in the ear
always there
always uncomfortable
and I realize i'm doing what i want
her to do
paralized, not moving, pining away
writing songs about how i fucked it up
and walking in the rain
i see her in all my favorite songs
they remind me of her
and I'm the subject of every drunken lout
without the grace of being drunk
I make those times worse than they were
all the more cause it's true i never loved her
d. mcmanus
v.1
7 Dec 2008
Bottom
Ass-headed me
Socializing with the young
amused by the young
falling for the young
falling for me
d. mcmanus
v.1
7 Dec 2008
King's Highway
I lost my grandfathers when I started smoking
something became adult about me
and it just wasn't the same
they started to seem smaller, less important
less crucial
It's reflected in the fact that I was the last one to call Uncle cliff
bubba cliff
i don't think he'd understand
and I lost trip and dace and dean
never knew the others
younger than me and fathers
or older and complete strangers
where does my father fit for them
uncle gary
my name divorced
summed up in spirals left for no one
just like danny's books (dead now)
which are scattered among my own
d mcmanus
v.1
7 Dec 2008
Marriage bed
Sleeping in the same spot
Creaks at the same turn
bitter burn
Whiskey down the throat
A brown river runs through
curvilinear shapes
Queen Anne forms
Foamed and firm
Ragged edges, moving trucks
Newer floors
d mcmanus
v.1
7 Dec 2008
