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M.Stan Yow

M.Stan Yow
Location
Key West, Florida, USA
Birthday
January 06
Title
King of the Island of Misfit Toys
Company
Bad
Bio
Drunken sailor,poetic visionary,gourmet chef,compulsive womanizer, revolutionary prophet,or just plain genius. Whatever you call the author just don't call him late for happy hour. Proud author of 6 unpublished books of poetry, thousands of Facebook status updates, and a smattering of published short stories. He is a regular contributor to the Paradise of Key West. He is near completion on two comedic novels concerning meth-cooking cannibals...or penguins. He calls home wherever he lays his head and he lives there with his commonlaw wife, who barely tolerates him, a small boy who wants to be king, a homosexual cat and the ugliest dog you have ever seen... He is very happy.

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OCTOBER 13, 2011 1:19PM

Domestic Terrorist

 

what are we doing

together

we have nothing in common

anymore

you dont believe what i believe

i see things that you

dont see

why must i be wrong

why cant you be wrong

for once

i try to show you

but youRead full post »

"Down at the Crossroads
I tried to flag a ride.
Down at the Crossroads
I tried to flag a ride
didn't nobody seem to know me,
they all just passed me by..." (Robert Johnson)


The propensity of the Average Joe toward Serious mistakes and Misdemeanors while under the influence of Heavy dope and expensive hoot… Read full post »

There is some shit you just Do Not do.

Marry a thick Blond with pink toenails and a drug habit. Snort aspirin. Drop acid at a Pentacostal revival. Laugh at a friend's Cancer diagnosis. Have sex with the widow AT the funeral. Piss on an Alligator. Show up Gin drunk… Read full post »

Gin is Baptism and god and everything right with the world.

Gin is a reason.

Gin makes me happy.

When Sally brought out the green bottle of Tanqueray, I smiled a crooked smile and backed my foot off the gas pedal. We were almost There and too fast and Sally looked… Read full post »

OCTOBER 10, 2011 6:17PM

Hello God

hello god
its me again and im sorry i havent gotten back to you
sooner
but ive been dealing with a bunch of things
that you and i co-concocted to bring me
and i suppose ive been supposing
that you would understand
i have felt so seperate
alone
helpless i have watched my children
walk… Read full post »

OCTOBER 10, 2011 5:24PM

Love Poem

my wife keeps telling me my words are too dark

 

too brooding

 

why dont you write about love or something pleasant for a change?

 

she asks with eyes that betray her secret

 

she has no idea what i am talking about anymore...

 

so here goes

 

my attempt at a love poem...… Read full post »

OCTOBER 10, 2011 5:00PM

No One

i drove past your house today

the place where you have lived for so long

i could never imagine you

not bieng there and thought

about stopping

but what would i say

confronted with attacks of terror's past

and so i just looked out the window

and realized

thatRead full post »

OCTOBER 10, 2011 4:38PM

Good Gravy

Good Gravy, son, where have you been?

Did u not hear whats goin on?

traffic is backed up for blocks at every gas station.

people are saying things

scary ass things about the end of days

yes, levelled, she said handing me my smokes

and turning back to the tiny tv… Read full post »

The bar stunk of Death and stale beer and Gospel Blues and the girl with the hibiscus hair said Hello over the top of her Gin and tonic. I smiled at her but told her to stop wasting her time. I do not Sleep with women with tonic on their breath.… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 16, 2011 2:07PM

Drinking with the Dead. Part 2

As I climb over the wrought iron fence into Key West Cemetery, I am reminded of all the times my mother and I would drink vodka together. She taught me to drink hard liquor at a young age so that she would not have to drink alone. She… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 16, 2011 2:05PM

Drinking with the Dead. Part 1

I have been contemplating Death a lot more frequently than I used to.

My Mother died not too long ago. She was a bitch, a nag,a cook a cheat, a liar, and one of my best friends. In her Day, she was a whore, a saint, a drunk,… Read full post »

AUGUST 23, 2011 4:22PM

The Luckiest Man Alive...pt 1

The luckiest man alive is happy…

 

At the risk of sounding like Captain Obvious, the Universe acts on many different levels, most of which our puny human minds cannot begin to comprehend. There are forces at work in the Multiverse unbeknownst to us as we stumble through our daily livesRead full post »

AUGUST 23, 2011 4:12PM

True Stories...Part One

 

One night, I was sitting at a river party near Eastport, Mississippi on the banks of the Tennessee River, on a cooler full of cheap beer, smoking a joint of the dirtiest weed I have ever had the displeasure of inhaling, when the curly-haired meth head sitting crosslegged

Read full post »

 

Charlie Sheen does drugs!

Mountains of drugs have defiled the man’s body! Cocaine, marijuana, alcohol and god knows what else has been wearing away at Charlie’s concept of reality for a long time. Drugs and their effects, especially on the “Shut the hell up before I pisRead full post »

Have you ever seen a 2000 dollar whore?

I am exceptionally pleased to announce that I have been lucky enough to peruse the goods at many of this country’s finest establishments of “soiled doves” and can tell you from the basis of this extensive “research” that they are us… Read full post »

MARCH 13, 2011 3:08PM

Cliff Cody Unleashed

A woman will make a man do crazy things. Bathe, get married, cut his hair, buy a boat, sell his Volkswagen, and wear pink toenail polish. Ok, maybe that last one is just me, but the fact remains the same; men will do a bunch of silly stuff for love. Cliff… Read full post »
FEBRUARY 5, 2011 12:12PM

Dear Season

the curve of your back

is a salt lick

I keep returning

oblivious to the death

that awaits

at the tip

of scalding tongue

why taunt me

when the end

result is meat

and trophies

mounted

on suburban walls

  Read full post »

JANUARY 29, 2011 12:02PM

I Just Want To Be Near You

Let us get a little high tonight

On talk on grass on wine on skin

It doesn’t matter to me which

Or more

I just want to be near you

To hear the smoke of your cigarette

Expressed

Impress upon me the scent of skin

And vanilla lavender shampoo

The curve… Read full post »

JANUARY 13, 2011 10:51AM

Travels with Sam

A strange view when I look

out my window today

black barns and hills reminicent

of the tits of a girl

i once knew

i open a warm gin breakfast

and tell her to drive

she needs to pee

and i do not argue

she is a good girl

and we… Read full post »

JANUARY 13, 2011 10:06AM

Float

Bear claw and alligator foot around my neck

belly full of rum and cornfried oysters

me and this new tattoo

gonna float this thing

gonna float this thing

all the way to New Orleans

where a girl

fresh out of jail

is waiting

with puppy breath

and black polish… Read full post »

JANUARY 13, 2011 9:19AM

Bitter

You displayed your face

To me

As gravel growled under tire

And I crushed a cigarette.

Who knew that it would be my last?

 

A last goodbye was bitter

Waffle house coffee

In the shadow of a church

It was an “I never meant to”

And an “it will take time”… Read full post »

JANUARY 9, 2011 4:04PM

I Want To Say Something Beautiful.

I want to say something Beautiful.
It doesn’t have to change the world.
It just has to resonate;
permeate
the pores of the listener.
Patient as they may be,
they demand blood.
As well they should.
A sacrifice is needed.
A great tearing open of the chest.
For until there is… Read full post »
DECEMBER 28, 2010 8:21AM

Sarai's Scent

I carried her wet from the shower

As the second tower

Collapsed upon itself

We did not have the television on

A lifetime later

I collapsed

Destroyed

When the dust finally settled

There was nothing but destruction

And screams and accusations

of Conspiracy

Some things just happen

For reasonsRead full post »

DECEMBER 28, 2010 8:08AM

Empty

Songs dreamt in streets embrace

Lying in beds of dirty leavings

And comings

And empty bottles of wine

Empty as heads

Empty as pockets

Empty as these pages

After midnight bottles of wine

Night screaming in sheets embrace

Lying in beds of dirty whores

And Coltrane

And crackheads

And empty… Read full post »

DECEMBER 23, 2010 2:16AM

Gretchen...

She danced my world into being

shiva, black and gold

hollywood sign and phone booth

as backdrops

and a mercedes

the same colors as she

our eyes met for a millenia

and she danced

i did not desire the burden

of kingship

though the scars she left decreed

blood… Read full post »