Down at the end of the bar
on an old wooden barstool.
hauling a full load to market.
sleeping another one off.
Laying in a cold jail cell
the third night in a row.
Rushing the kids off to school
Out the door in the evening
to take the late night shift again.
pushing these small little buttons.
That’s where my spirit will stay.
That’s where my heart will live.
Brrrrrrrr Brrrrrrrr Brrrrrrrr
I opened my eyes and looked at the time.
What the holy hell is going on?
I walked out to the back patio
but with their weed-eaters
was far too loud to hear anything,
grabbed my liquor bottle.
Don’t these fucking people realize
that drank all night long
and don’t want to hear lawn mowers
at 9 O’clock in the morning
BUZZING into their brains?
crawled in-between my sheets
I didn’t recall this whole experience
Thank the Gods for the nectar,
Through poetic expression and creative writing Patrick Jordan sets himself at the center of his search for the truth. Patrick created the Facebook group(s) “Notes From The Edge”, and the independent press “Stay Weird and Keep Writing Publishing Co”, where he prints small unique Chapbooks and supports individual poets.