Sunday, March 28, 2010

the Brothers K
I call them
one's a musician
one's a historian
both
server's assistants
angry
in different ways
the youngest a dropout
GED recipient
and a degree holder
from a local University
the older
a classically trained guitarist
a songwriter
one semester left
when he quit college
the younger fights
while the oldest fucks
they both drink themselves
oblivious nightly
come to work
complaining
the boss is stupid
the owner is an asshole
its all bullshit
bullshit bullshit
most everyone else
to them is dumb
brothers bound
by love and hatred
and a desire
for self-annihilation
last night
at a work party
one smashed a glass
one went to the hospital
both came to work today
sheepish
ashamed
uncertain
the oldest was restrained
while they checked his wound
the youngest afraid
he had gone too far
both
crumbling and shuffling
through the night
like shadows
I watched them
thinking
both are better
than they know




Friday, March 26, 2010

do you think
that I don't

treasure and
honor

and love
you

well
you are



yelling
right now

I thought you just
wanted

me home
that you

loved
and missed me

well
that's how I felt

before
you got

here
exchanging false kisses



old tricks tried
without

success
mostly silence

and a shared
disturbance

drifting
towards sleep

with a sneer