http://slow.writerscafe.org/carrjack13 The original writings of author Carrjack en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776101788 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We left New Yorkin search of an ideaever fleetingand a need to come to terms with you AmericaRolling hillsand a curving roadour path is unknownbeyond the next bendDrive through the nighttaking turns behind the wheelThe poets and drifters strewnacross the back seat.A half tankand cigarettes to burnYo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/679825/ I have worn through all my sneakers and nearly all my jeans. I have lostall but one of the buttons on my jacket. My shirts all have wrinkles. My hair is rarely combed. My wallet contains very little money between its fold. I am always lost in thought. My accent confuses most peopleon my p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/679790/ Lets go meet peopleI say to herShe's drunk  and shes a friendon a rooftop in the lower eastside   with 50 otherwe don't know.We walkHelloHowd you get here?What I mean is who do you know?we ignore them soon afterwardsso back to  what i was sayingbut not reallyHows David?  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/679771/      Shatter legends ofblood and clay   F**k tip toeing into oblivionwith futile objections   to anothers perception     Outflanked and outnumbered  in unwarranted maneuversdriven by fear and lust      Boozing and h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/679769/ There are not enough hoursin the dayWhich is why i do my craft at night.It can be overwhelming at timesto write when it allis trying to come out at once.I tapped into something,  and it keeps coming.Not sure what it is, but there seems to be a lot of it.A lifetimes worth,Fighting itself,To be h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/679661/ I dancewhen I am AloneThrusting my bodyin waysGod never intendedDown emptylonely streetsin the darkestearly morning hoursWith a skip in my stepOccasionally lungingout in a spastic stretchof my extremitiesAttempting to free myself to cut the cord thatbinds me to this placeand this f*****g bodyGetting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/679631/ Keep it simpleDon't overthink itYou haveA mattressA pile of bookssome boughtthe rest stolenA closet of wrinkled clothesthat conveniently fits into your grandpasWW II navy duffel bagA metrocard with 50 cents on itNo jobNo foodNo womanNo boozeNo credit A growing debtOne year left onthat BA2 close frie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/679588/ She has cute feetDelicate and PetiteI'd love to give her a foot massageone of these daysoh one of these daystickle one of emjust to hear her gigglewatch as a smile flashes acrossher faceDear Godsomebody have some humanityand put me out of my miseryshe clouds my thoughtsand I'm writing abouther feetI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/679317/ I sat there on that couchfor weeksGetting up to crap and pissand buy morebeer and stoges.The smoke was on delivery.The coffee table was litteredwith empties and buttssmoked down to the filterin between bags of half eatenfast food.Dirty dishes stacked unsteadilyon the floor in frontof the sinkif they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678874/   My hands are gnarled remnantsof once soft child's hands These hardened mitts    Broken sliced and twisted underthe pressures of this world.  A lifetime of strain.Intense labor leaves a dull throbbing       pain in its wake.Arthritis, at t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678862/ 4:30 AMlight rain   Dunkin Donuts parking lotonly vehicle in sight is my trucka couple of 40 oz'shalf a pack of stogespartially smoked joint in my earline of coke on the middle consolebest friends girl sitting shotgun withher tits hanging outsmile and wave at the cop, babethis is his secon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678860/ Let the boy speaklet him carry onsit with himindian stylein grass sparkled withmorning dewHe sees  wondrous things His is a childhoodlost in books offar off adventures in times long agotramping aroundthe neighborhood up to no goodbut nothing to badI assure youHe has a bit of a crushwatch his ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678859/ Watch the sunriseits the constantthat keeps me coolit never failslike waves crashing in Long BeachI live to daydreamto wondersometimes it can be too much to bearalonewont you sit with me awhileand take inthe brutal beauty of this placethere is a storm on the horizonstart your Mississippisafter you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678856/ I willlove you the restof my daysbut i neversaid s**t abouteternity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678854/ All i wish todo, is kiss youwell not really butyou get the idea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678852/ I was raised a catholic.An Irish Catholicin New York.That is,church every SundayCatechism on Saturdaysand no meat on Fridays during lent.I had a crucifixhang over my beduntil i drifted awayfrom home at 19Hellwas very real for me in those early yearsmy imaginationwould run wild http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678851/ Hands Tear at me,beggingshattered womanleft with nothing buthaunting memoriesto say goodbye isto walk away foreverwhen a smile calls to mindaches and painsscent of miracle dinners,masked by insect poison spraymost caring tender voiceprofessing lovethrough choked back tearsDo you wish to feel this?Su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678849/ lights flash last call a last ditch effortto reach the pointof no returnmad dashto the barscream your f*****g throatdryits all fun andgamestill you rememberthe night beforethe morning afterso hurrynow is clearly not the time to be sensible menwhiskey doubleand two beersif you would pleasefor gods sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678848/ I spend my days in solitudesleeping and daydreamingthis lazy summer awayI spend my nights writingeasing my mind as the fan   cools me downwindowsopen to the outsideoffering a glimpse of the worldhidden behind these wallsI think of loveand the roadold friends lost to the yearsvisit me herea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678846/ Dine in   Parked CarsSleep     in yourJeans.GrinAt the Rising Sun.AlwaysDrink It   Black.Smoke Em if ya Got EmWhile Pondering the Meaning                of it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678845/ I wouldwakein themorningto pukea slow crawlon two feetto the toiletA standardporcelain.sometimes.most timesshe would be theregetting ready.putting on thegreen skirt.for her jobat the diner.She would always greet me with a smile."How are you feeling today Baby?"F****n disgustingdrawstringputrid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678801/ Bloody Knucklesclottedyellow cum stained handkerchiefred wine left in fabricI took time to ironthis shirt.Dockers worn in the kneesBoot soles worn sinly smooth.Feet worn flat.Hands throbBlood pumps, for theystill have much work to doone dayI dieit passesonto the nextthere is no legacy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678800/ Our Placewas on the third flooron top of a hill.Our Eagles Nest.A sanctuary fromthe grime.We wouldsit thereListen to thescreams and bottlesbreak.Could see theflashing lightson the wallfrom thosetryingto keep the peace.We watched asthe cretins creptup the hill.The shithad been1 block west.but towards.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678797/ How did it begin?What makes you smile?Where do you sing?Sweet lady. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678796/ Howd it all come to beThe rush I feltblood that spiltOH DEAR GOD!!!What have I done?sittingpicking at the scabsin silence to theoutside world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carrjack13/678795/