Day: January 11, 2015

Pissing Bliss

I’m not at all against wasting an entire night

Insomnia aside, I like the nighttime best

I can easily plan for future days or think about nothing at all

I find, generally, I worry less

And I’m good with that

I have a soothing concert playing on the iPad

Miles Davis in Paris, 1967

Now that’s a good fucking show

I have a fresh rocks glass

Filled with ice and some J & B

I also have a new South American tobacco

Just picked it up today

It’s a fine smoke

Warm trumpet, a warming scotch and smokes

This is a mathematical equation

Trumpet + scotch + smoke = Bliss

Yeah, right now I’m pissing bliss

And I believe, this is about as happy as I can get

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


A Look To Her Face

Kelly has a look to her face

Like she’s annoyed, or maybe far away

Tonight was a complete bust

No fun to be had and we’re both feeling the effects

Slow and stale

Not too much to talk about

Except for the thoughts of tomorrow

To take the day with a glorious fury

And kick and scream with all delight

But, as for today, this day is finished

There is no way to take it back

To undo it, relive it, or ever cherish it

So we’ll just have to let it go

Wait out the time and plan for the next

But that plan won’t be today

And Kelly still has that look to her face

I wish it could have been a better night

I wish I could change it all

But I know I can’t

So instead, I just sit back, swirl what’s left of the ice in my glass

And watch her, in her distant, far off place

© Dicky J Loweman 2015



Around The Corner

There’s a sway to your hips

And I can’t look away

The click of your heels

Are a symphony from angels

Your smile is tempting

As I’m drawn to your lips

But the lies are numerous

And the games are endless

Forever reminders

Of the hell which waits

Just around the corner

© Dicky J Loweman 2015