http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jaylevon The original writings of author Jay Levon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033858 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We have only one shot at this.Why are we wastingtime?If either, or both of usare lucky enoughto grow old and gray.Do we want to thinkof the other, and askwhat if?I can't promiseto never f**k up.I will.I can't promiseto never bring you tears.I will.I can't promiseyou will never hurt.You will.I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/962427/ When I had that feverI saw spidersbig, hairy, unwholesomespidersthey were crawlingon walls and ceilingthey were repellingdown silky linesand checkingmy pupilsI was beggingthat theygo awaymy son was scaredand sayingwhat's wrongwith daddy?nothing, said my exgo to sleepafter the spidersthe dead ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/962426/ i was bornon the edge of midnighton the outskirts of a junkyardunder a heat wavesouthern moonto a dead womanand aninvisible manand therewere no angels watchingI can promise you thatnot on the edge of midnightnot on the outskirtsof a junkyardi like to imaginea shotgun serenadeand a coyote sympho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/962424/ "Gotta get my scent on Bro...."(Right after D-bag removesaerosol Axe can from gym bag,but right before he confusespit, pit, chest with pit, pit, faceand asphyxiates himself.)"Gotta get my drink on Bro...."(Right after D-bag ordersa shot of Patron', but right beforeslamming the shot and forgetti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/958998/ Me: .!.Her: (')Me: .!. .!. .!.Her: (') (') (') (')Me: 8====D---(')Her: OMG!Me: zzzzzzzNine months latershe gave birthto an Ipad.The moralof the story?Never haveunprotectedsext. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/958557/ I was sick of cleaning my apartmentso I built a robot to help me,but I must have crossed some wiresbecause the robot would scream random phrasesin it's creepy mechanical voice."Buttsex Burrito!""C**k Ring Candy Corn!""Blow Job Banana Bread!"The phrases were always a mixtureof food and sex, which see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/958555/ Last nightI jerked offto the videowe madeyears ago.It was niceto reminisceeach and everysalty kiss.I recalledhow your bony assleft bruiseson either sideof my c**k.They werepurple, andappeared likeangry tumors.I wore themproudly,as if they werewar wounds,and I supposethey were. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/957374/ Driving through the Ozark MountainsI enter a dead zone I know will last30 miles.  The last text she sent meread; "I can't do this anymore."F**k me!  Can't do what anymore?I tried to reply, but the satellite godswere laughing at me.Can Not Send.Can Not Send.Can Not Send.Jesus Christ!Did she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/955449/ The little boy watched his motheras she drank vodka from a papercup,and as she vomited into the papercup,and as she drank it again.The little boy watches me in the mirror.His bottom lip quivers as his eyesbeg for answers. "Get over it kid,"  I tell him.  "Some scars never heal." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/955446/ With blood flavored lubricantshe soaks her sex,and smiles like the devil."Man up and get your wings,"she says."You're my b***h," she says.And so I am, for the moment.Then it's my time,and roughly Iposition her how I want her.Her body betrays her mindas she forgets she ever h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/955439/ I keep her alive with sheer force of will. Almost.But she's getting ripe. I bathe her in river waterand dead flowers. Marbles are fitted to emptysockets. How lovely. Everyday I tell her thatshe is beautiful. In case she forgets. I guessa baby is out of the question. Not for lack oftrying I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/955435/ There werethree of us.Jimmy,David,and me,who satin backof the class,stoned andacid buzzed,seeing visionsof nothing.I wantedto be a poet,or a rock star.David wantedto bean artist.Jimmy wantedto be dead.I swearthat washis goal."I'll neverlivepast thirtyanyway, sofuck it."We usedto drinkBoone's fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/954925/ My little brother was alwaysup to no good.Not in any malicious way,but his brand of jack-asseryalways seemed to drawunwanted attention.When he was 8/9/10and I was 11/12/13I remember he got beat upby a girl.I was tooling aroundon my bmx bike,and he was marchingback and forth on the sidewalk,but he le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/954908/ America, I love her.Not in the ra-ra,wave the flag,or we'll kick your a*s,bullshit kind of way,but for the insatiable s**t she is.The heart of gold hookerthat closes shop on Sundayand heads for church.The home wrecking whorethat removes her bible beltto reveal her sin city.Whose dark .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/954906/ I have a gig tonight; guitars are tuned,harmonicas cleaned and ready, the ukulele has new black strings, set list is vague but written.Should I try a couple new songs for the coffee crowd?I wish she was here to watch with pride(and hopefully lust, or at least amusement),but she won't be. I no l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/954437/ "The secret of life isn't foundin the beginning, middle, or end.It's scattered throughout.Dropped like clues and breadcrumbs.It's up to us Boy-o, to put it together.Remember to start with the corners."Joe Strummer says this to mein a dream within a dream, while weshare a taxi in New York City.Everyt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/954434/ When I die I want to stand on my grave,6 feet under and 6 feet over.For a moment I'll be 12 feet talland know what it feels like to be giant.The problem is that I'll be a ghost,and transparent to everything but animalsand small asthmatic children.Hey, it would be cool to be a ghost though.Can't you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/953912/ My friends and I had planned a nightof debauchery on Beale Street.So I decided to beat them thereand do a little busking, even though I wasnever very good at busking. You neededto play popular songs people knew,but I only liked playing songs I hadwritten. Casting doubts to the breezeI staked out a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/953911/ What would I do if I found the manthat hurt you years before we met?The man that stole your girlish heartwith his angry violence.The man that, when we were lovers,would sometimes lurk in shadows.The man who, though you wouldn'tadmit, would haunt you in dreams.What would I do?It may be wrong, but I'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/953909/ If you were to dieI'd carve a harp from your bonesso that you would live onwithin my sad songsIf you were to dieIf I were to dieput coins over my eyesto pay the ferrymans priceinto the after lifeIf I were to dieWe shall carry on from this life to the nextIt only makes sensemy loveIf we wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952822/ She has lizards at her command.As I sleep she sends them intomy ears and mouth.They steal the secrets of myheart and brain.They have prehistoric reptillianorgies in corners of my cavities.Exiting from my c**k and anusthey return to their master.Every morning I awake feelingviolated and itchy.My love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952664/ Motel rooms are strange to me.I feel I have spent half my life in them,yet still can't penetrate their mysteries.Do the dead skin cells of the previous occupant still float in the air?Does their scent still linger in the folds of cheap wallpaper?Do a million differ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952662/ I sweet talk her into opening her mouthso I can bite out her toungeAm I a monster?Who's to say?I think not.I want love and sweetnesssoft slow gentle kissesa well placed tease is niceStill I liketo break out the bruisesrevert to primalthrow the stone to see if she catchesand if she does?then the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952660/ Last night I dreamtof a Drum Machine,it was following meeverywhere I went,and being veryrude/obnoxious/annoying.I was trying to talk upsome black haired beauty,(She had an amazing a*s.The type that left youlight-headed, and withoutfocus)but the Drum Machinewould not cease.So loudly, it blastedr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952604/ Something must have died beneath my skinmy sweat smells like deathcheap whiskey has a wayof doing that sometimesThere are ashes in my teethbutts fill my mouth and overflow to nose and earsa smolder breaks out and is extinguishedwith warm bitter beerI gag and wonderhow the hell did this hap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952602/ This is a song I wrote awhile back, all minor keys and echo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952582/ Outside the bar, I pour absinthe into my hollow guts,and dissolve hemlock on my tongue. In the bar, shots ofwhiskey followed by tequila chasers. It's coming, I feel it. My darkness, my broken half, how nice of you to show up.A hillbilly calls me an a*****e, but I probably deserve itfor eye-f***.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952573/ who did this to me, who made methis way, i didn't start the fire buti let the m**********r burn, now that i'm nearing ashes, it's time todance in the rain, and listen to the sizzle as god's tears (or angel's piss) extinguish the tiny flames that havelicked at my soul since&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952541/ I listen to her heart murmur,and pray she dies in her sleep.With the insurance moneyI could travel;Moscow, London, Morocco,or my beloved Mexico.Where I can die along the railroad tracksand a chupacabra can clean my bones,or in a whorehousein Mexico Citywhere a black-eyed girlcan clean my p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952536/ When Ezekial saw the wheeldid he ask the little green menwhat stars are made of?When Elijah entered the chariot'scockpit, did he set the controlsfor the heart of the Sun?When Columbus saw the sphere,burning over the night sea,did he believe?That aliens exist.Hey there beautiful,ever been anal probed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952534/ Is any language more beautifulthan spanish spoken by a feminine tounge?I've clenched my teeth for so longthat my fillings have corroded togetherand I am receiving radio waves from MexicoMariachi music filtered throughthe reverberations of my lonely skullthe music fades and is replacedby a sultry voi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952532/ very explicit language http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952530/ Lover,I left youfor a moment.then returnedto find you,coming again.somehow,we've crystallizedinto onesweating, thrivingcreature.thighs. sex. black hair.all melted together.friction, (like God)works inmysterious ways.we rip,we tear,we managesomehow.to separateinto ourformer shapes."I'll give youan ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952525/ "Time has collapsed."These words were writtenin mathematical lipstickon my bathroom mirror.I found them this morningafter the alarm clockwoke me, and I stumbled into relieve myself.Morning wood forced meto stand on my head to pee.When the job was complete,and I went to wash up,that is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952524/ Driving through the Ozark MountainsI enter a dead zone I know will last30 miles. The last text she sent meread; "I can't do this anymore."F**k me! Can't do what anymore?I tried to reply, but the satellite godswere laughing at me.Can Not Send.Can Not Send.Can Not Send.Jesus Christ!Did she do that on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952521/ The night he diedI was living in a cabinin the woods.Isolated, and withoutelectricity, or phone cords,I was teaching myselfguitar by firelight.18 years old, I wasstrong and without fear,this was before life &time kicked my a*s.Before the universeconspired against me.Before I conspireda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952520/ When I was a child of 5/6/7we had a neighborhood mascota man, gnarled/bent/whiteto a child he seemed ancient(though in hindsight,he was closer to 45/55/65)He would tell us childrenthat he was Godwe had no reason to doubtHe would also, eat uncooked noodles,and sometimes, when he smelled soured&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952519/ If moonlight leads lovers together,am I the victim of a negligent moon?Have I been cursed to stumble alone,through midnight's black core,in search of something tangible?I disregard the vacant beauties,and wait, wait, wait,for the negligent moon to look my way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952517/ I put 5 dollars in the jukebox,and played 'Folsom Prison Blues'20 times.It's one of my favorite songs,but mostly I wanted to piss offthe regulars.No one seemed to notice.I tapped my snake-skin bootto the boom-chicka-boom,and lost myself to the dirtand Old Testament that isJohnny's voice.After the so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952516/ there's an apocalyptic tint to the sky"God has died!"the world leaders crya huge Cadaver has fallen from heavenand is now floating in the Atlantichead against the grime of New York Citytoes scraping the docks of rainy Londonwhales (confused and pissed off) sing louderonly to have thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaylevon/952514/