http://slow.writerscafe.org/tat The original writings of author terry smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172234 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 poison makes its waythrough my veinslike a Panzerthrough polish streetsleavingmy life's highwayin ruinsI becomea pincushionfor every lab teknurse and phlebotomistwalking the hallsof this sanitized hellleaving me guessingis the cureworse than the disease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2769627/ What docancerand abusehave in common...they both rob youof your youth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2767743/ They pushchernobylthroughyour veinsonce they doyou will neverbe the same http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2767741/ I am thediscarded skinof a locustclinging to lifelike the barkof a decayingstump http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2767661/ Thisblood soakedphallic symboldangling between my legsis about as uselessas a statueof St. Gianna Beretta Mollaon the cornerof 7th ave and anywhereif a bird took a dumpthe subsequent vibrationswould certainlycause a junkie earthquakemoments laterit is all likesome top 40's songon the radiofrom a dif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2469265/ The virusmoved among uslike a snowmanmassacredduring a blizzardA blind mancould very well makethe best witnessIn the cornerof his mindsits Helen Kellerwishing she wasAnne Frank http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2469263/ ….and a cockroach appeared on the tile floor crawling aimlessly from the corner where the floor meets the wall over towards me. The bug was scurrying in circles infused with poison that was laid out for it like brunch at some fancy hotel.I instantly felt a kinship with the insect as I had bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2114672/ My feet diginto the concretewith the weight of this lifeand the carcass of godin the winds above us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109542/ Jimmie.....dead Tom.....rehab Dave...divorced ...and on the run so many of them gone now Steve..the carpel tunnel fiasco cost him a claw man his pallet is genius I use him now as a talking dictionary of favors because he has the same affliction I have&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109529/ So for meI date somebodyby what candy bars & cerealthey ate mine are a three musketeers &captain crunchmy fathers was a Milky Way &Wheatieshis fathers was a penny candy cause whocould afford a candy bar and three hours of work & a smoke before the crac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109494/ Yeah, maybe we do drinkdo a large amount of drugsswear real loud andsmoke like a tire firebut we workhardand we play hardfor running a kitchenis like a magic actthe slight of hand neededto carry off the night's servicewould impress evenHoudini http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109491/ In the restaurantwhere I cut my teethwe did what was called a staff or family mealbefore dinner servicesomeone would make a large saladand we would take turns making the mealusually pasta or something elseinexpensiveit was that waywhen I got thereand when I became the che.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109487/ This job is insanity at it's finest long hours incredible heat deafening noise and constant struggle to make a symphony out of chaos it is the closest thing to heaven or hell that you will ever get in a job you need passion and desire .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109446/  When you invited me over  i thought that you wanted  to see me  but when i saw  the sadness in your eyes  while we were making love  i realized you  just didn't want to be alone    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109421/ I remember the first time I missed a day of work my mother had just died and I had to go home that was it hit the homeage for a day then right back to work in this job you don't have time to mourn you put your aggression&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109355/ She was a dimedoin timelike the girls on Sunset stripbe carefulwhat you wish forthis girl don't miss a trickdrives me insaneshe's in my veinsthis girl's got quite a gripbut I crave herand I need hershe knows I am an addictlooking meanis the seenshe hunt's you with her eyesgives me chillsheart be sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109115/ just enough money to buy a pack of smokes a fifth of whiskey & some new clothes from the goodwillfrom my book Sid & Mary ( Opal) a journey into the wasteland http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2109102/ With bravura strokes she paints a tapestry of desires & ancient wounds upon wisps of shadows long succumbed to darknessbound by umbilical thread screams of shattered silence reach vaulted peaks to drowncircumference of flame closes to corset devouring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2108456/ Oleander and ethanolclung to her lipslike the faded bruisefrom a lovers touchskulls bloom dead crocuswith shadows of babies breathin the iris of her eyesin Bourréeon the edgewhere passionmeetspainshe finds little comfortwhen allshewaslookingforwaslovefrom my book Sid & Mary.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2108339/ I only go there for the donuts the chairs are hard and cold even though I am sweating while a symphony of boo hoo's encompass the circle the violinist on my left a first chair of sadness then it is my turn and I lie through gritted teeth that I am fine&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2107731/ I was so excited to meet you didn't know you wouldn't be there didn't know how I was going to reach you this pain is more than I can bearall I know is that I need you it was your eyes I hoped they would shareI know&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2106312/ Through Umbilical breath she rode the pale horse delivered into the wasteland & death followed like a shadowfrom my upcoming book Sid & Mary ( Opal ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2105389/ love meant nothing more to me than shadows on the moon & mannequin hugs till I met youFrom Angel Vomit Terry Smith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2105363/ Without YouOnce we cast the same shadow now the vast space between us leaves a lump in my throat as deep as the oceans & I cannot swallow nor breathe...I sit in shadows of remembrance in deja vu of when mismatched hands touche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2103911/ with bravura strokesshe paints a tapestryof desires & ancient woundsupon wisps of shadowslong succumbed to darknessbound by umbilical threadscreams of shattered silencereach vaulted peaksto drowncircumference of flamecloses to corsetdevouring sinspurified soul releasedas hind-sighted childrenpla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2101332/ her cranial uterus scarred from the still-born fetus of daddy's loveshe tended to the worthy-nots in her garden of despairwhile the ghosts of a childhood lost clawed at her insides & rosary-bleeds dripped upon virgin sheets soiled by th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2101155/  The cool porcelain  of the urinal  felt good  against my skin  as I watched you  try to fix your face  in the dirty broken mirror  of this dimly lit  gas station bathroom  my cum still trickling &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2100572/  I watched  you  shower  again  for  the  fourth  time  today   no  amount  of soap is going  to  remove  the  grime  &&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2099091/ THE ROSE GARDENby Terry Smith It was seven AM and just likeevery other morning William Wheatly was heading out to get his mail.He did this every morning like clockwork and it didn't matter howmany pieces of mail there were he would only take it out inquantities of seven. Mr. W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2098486/ We held each other like suicide notes till the feeling passed intertwined sarcophagus of broken bones subtle smiles in shadow light we drift into each other into the nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2053856/ On the edgeInsanity is just life turned inside out like that sock that rolled under the bed & now you can't reachMetallic PincushionThe incessant din of iron horses thundered through the silence I necessitate for my sanity a violen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2052040/ ...from "angel Vomit" my new book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2047741/ a poem from the soon to be released "Angel Vomit"...my second book of poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2046942/ Our scars are ways to reveal us in braille of the flesh and the movements of our psyche to be read by transient lovers and distractions for melancholy souls I had hoped you would read mine & accept it's wretched tale&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2046487/ You immersed yourself in my ashen remains again creating our own exquisite macabre rendition of Monet in monochrome watercolors the brilliance of your masterful work only outshone by the passion and fury of each stroke then with the simple [sinful] stroke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2045298/ For the love of chaosTheir love was apocalyptic destroying all the other loves   they had ever knownFreedomWe are all searching for that someone that quickens our breath lets us exhale, one that consumes us expands our minds and will remove the shackles&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2040827/ 13 steps to nowhereSometimes when the whiskey is gone & the air is cold & thick with silence I caress the edge of the blade like the flesh of a long lost lover & reminisce of the days we danced with the promise of comfort & peace for my soulMouth full of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2040250/ I can still hear her laughterThere is a seat next to me that had been filled most of my life... ...empty now no one else can sit there not that there is anything wrong with the chair it is just reserved for someone who isn't coming back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2033982/ On this night when darkness looms as shadows cast upon my gloom there seems to be within my room a spirit devoid of of human form to live amongst my eternal storm reek havoc with my fragile mind and show me to which i have been blind and lead me from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2026445/ Great pale orb that shines it's light makes a monochrome world of our night shadows dance with delight in the certainty they are out of sight and as the new day dawns throughout the land they return to the feet of man knowing that again&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2026411/ 13 steps to nowhereSometimes when the whiskey is gone & the air is cold & thick with silence I caress the edge of the blade like the flesh of a long lost lover & reminisce of the days we danced with the promise of comfort & peace for my soul& reminis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2026406/   My roof is leaking & all of my watercolor daydreams got wet when the sun comes out I shall hang them from the clothes line to dry  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2025810/ your chrysalis   falls   time it calls   & shatters   at my feet   releasing you   into   the blue   to be set free   of me   i take the shards   shuffle the cards   inject the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2024665/ Gonzo Days...part I [ jukebox breakfast special # 9 ]...Somewhere in the middle of the desert by the side of the road is a little diner called "Eats".....Kafka's cockroach & I decide to stop & have breakfast....I get "your brains on drugs" with toast & orange marmalade & a tall glass.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2021597/ living in shadows of mine fingertips run along consciousness walls blocking out the sun I aimlessly walk the path built from a painful past and a mistrustful nature the only way out is to find a way within http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2020588/ She made the four corners of our bed like she was shaping a tombstone gently she smoothed out the wrinkles so as not to disturb the dead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/2020586/ she walked with me flesh upon flesh into the shadows of the gates of nevermore unafraid in that moment I knew she was my Queen & I laid upon the ground at her feet all that I was or ever dared to be in hope that she would accept me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/1980596/ In the air a melody of sadness sung by those that find warmth & comfort feeding on the hand full of knuckles something only one who has tasted starvation can understand that the whispers & shadows of attention is better than the bit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/1980207/ Pray tell what form of sorcery be this when noontime's day turns to darkness of night some say a celestial lovers tryst that robs us & the day of warmth & light be it a sign this briefest of meeting if so I must most grievously protest that love here below shoul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/1950958/ Thursday 06/01/17I was sitting on the couch the other day watching CNN and drinking a Molotov Martini { grain alcohol in a martini glass with a ghost pepper ] and cleaning some reefer.... when there was a knock at the door....it was my neighbor Death...she asked if she could come in & if i had a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tat/1925966/