Hot Pavement
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 Proud author of 6 unpublished books of poetry, thousands of Facebook status updates, and a smattering of published short stories.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.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Domestic Terrorist
October 13, 2011 01:15PM - Ham on Rye and a Corvette
Death...Pt Four
October 12, 2011 07:05PM - Ham on Rye and a Corvette
Death...Pt Three
October 12, 2011 12:27PM - Ham on Rye and a Corvette
Death...Pt Two
October 10, 2011 06:35PM - Hello God
October 10, 2011 06:17PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I wrote this one And the
next few several years ago
before I
was over It. It
has…”
October 10, 2011 05:16PM - “Everything is code,
R...more as indicators of
Importance,
emphasis...but
subtle l…”
October 10, 2011 05:04PM - “PackyG, I know exactly
what you mean...I have gotten
to know
Cliff and his
family…”
September 16, 2011 02:15PM - “Certain events have a
tendency to skew the way in
which we
view the world...I
kno…”
January 13, 2011 01:40PM - “Very powerful emotional
stuff here, Mauricio!”
January 13, 2011 11:00AM
M.Stan Yow's Links
- New list
- Hot Pavement
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 you… Read full post »
Ham on Rye and a Corvette Death...Pt Four
"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 »
Ham on Rye and a Corvette Death...Pt Three
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 »
Ham on Rye and a Corvette Death...Pt Two
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 »
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 »
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 »
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
that… Read full post »
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 »
Ham on Rye and a Corvette Death...Pt One
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 lives… Read full post »
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
Charlie Sheen and the Hypocrisy of the American Male part 2
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 pis… Read full post »
Charlie Sheen and the Hypocrisy of the American Male. Part 1
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 »
Cliff Cody Unleashed
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
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 reasons… Read full post »
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 »
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 »
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