sorry to offend you

she was a pill popper

alcoholic

a woman who at one time

had beauty and lost

it somewhere on the streets

but there was still that hint

of angelic beauty about her

she spoke real and raw

knew what she wanted

and was in need of

what kept her going

over the past

few years

she was willing to give

herself to many men

to earn her way

for a price of course

she did not consider

herself a “hooker”

and was offended when

she was offered $20

for a blow job

she thought that was rude

i guess she had short term memory loss

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http://bopdeadcity.wordpress.com/2013/02/10/interview-with-john-dervishian/#more-601

it's rare to meet someone with a great smile, great wit and the ability to make a good sandwich ...

but there she is
at the local pizza joint

i figure she is in her
early twenties

with a hint of purple
(or in that color pallet)
in her hair
and several piercings
she is brilliant to look at

we began to banter back and forth
when she asked me if she
had seen me at the
Cumberland Farms that morning
i told her it was not me and that
i was better looking than the
person who was impersonating me

i might have appeared
over anxious when speaking
to her because she was the
highlight of my day

i wanted to make that sandwich
last until closing and it was
only noon
but I'm sure that would have
been awkward and strange

but ill keep going back though
to get a dose of fantasy
to go with my order
because she does make a
mean steak bomb

what did I miss out on

i‘m walking into the

liquor store

sweatpants, zip up

sweatshirt, hood on

leather jacket

boots wrapped up tightly

got to be mid thirties out

a broad is standing there

bouncing back and forth

vicious but pretty smile

on her face

she also is in her sweats

her mouth moves

up and down

and she asks me for

.50 cents

i tell her i

aint got it

i walk past her and

in to the store

grab a twelve pack

of Michelob (bottles) and

a six of miller light (cans)

i was in there for no more

than 10 minutes and when

i walk out she is gone

someone else must have

fulfilled her wants

i do wonder what

.50 cents buys

censorship & creativity

There is no such thing as creativity with censorship and when censorship works It’s way into the creativity there is nothing. A blank page and blank canvas. When censorship is implemented it takes away from that individual. Some might not appreciate or understand one’s creative process or where it all came from but it should not be held dormant. The words used or colors chosen are for individual expression. If one just listens to individual words or focuses on individual colors than the meaning gets lost. One might not like a piece written or a piece of art or it might not fit one’s lifestyle and that is individual choice; but this does not mean there is no meaning. When one shares experiences in any manner it is theirs. To create other than what one creates is asking one to forego who they are. 

the real nowhere man (art by peter desimone)

drunks are always right (art by peter desimone)