In Search of Nick Pierce
I hadn’t heard from him
Except
Once in awhile
Waiting
For a sideways comment
A friendly
Dig in the ribs
I decided
To go looking
Ten thousand miles
In search of Nick Pierce
Dirty biker bars
Nude beaches
The Library
Nowhere to be found
No one
Had heard of him
I was relentless
Back and forth
Fort Lauderdale to LA
Finally
A dive bar
In San Pedro
The corner booth
Low lights
A bottle between them
Nick Pierce
And the ghost
Of Charles Bukowski
Talking about
Poetry
The horses
Hookers
Guns
Harleys
Getting drunk
I thought to say something
But I just listened
From a bar stool
A few feet away
Life slapping me
In the face
None of it real
All of it
Satisfying
I was just thinking about you, I was surfing tags and thinking how much self-proclaimed crappy poetry there is, and what’s up with that high-koo thing I mean I thought that went out with the yuppy era. Seriously whoever is publishing that stuff ought to be hung… Oh wait a minute that would constitute a suicide.
Where has all the reality gone?
Right here baby.
Dig that Charles!!! This is the shit I like to hear, because that’s what I strive for..We all have our bent, you have the love angle and I have the…well…hehehehe, reality TV without the TV..
I like Nick’s work too. He has his own voice.
Authentic. I see him in that dive, dark, intense, with whiskey in hand.
Indeed..Glad you could see him Pam!
Your ‘on-the-road’ stuff is so authentic and so good, it makes me thirsty.
I’m glad we can tag along with you.
You’re a modern day mental nomad. I’m not sure what that is exactly but the phrase seems to fit.
Nick Pierce. I’m ignorant of him. I must go do my research.
what is reality but a perception… where in society is the line drawn between the realities of lunacy and normalcy, the end of the bar or the head of the board room? an odd, odd ride.. life. Cindy
What I like about you Bindo and your writing, is that you and I have been to a lot of the same places with the same faces and although I live a different life now, that hard core brittle stuff is part of me. Merci mon amis.
Works for me Val….
Thanks for the kudos…
Mercy mercy merci
Nick Pierce is sexy!
Well….ahhhh…..hehehehe
i took your written words with me, high in to the Alpes. sunshine and rivers, thought i will learn somthing, maybe coppy you a bit. no way. you are part of the highst ridges around man, i am happy to watch the sun set and the moon rise, from your sit.
The body is 57 today. I am still trying to make a dent in the surface of this thing they call ‘writing’. You seem to be developing nicely, Bindo. Biking, bars, babes and books. That really does cover some of my areas of intrest. There are some other things bubbling on the back burners. Can’t give it all up to the ‘net blog raiders, eh?
Watch yer ass, bro.
Later,
Nick
Good to hear from you!!!! Watch my ass? Shit, I get the feeling you really do care… *grin*
And another thing–Dat was no ghost, dat was my muse.
Fucking A right he be your muse….
Good to have you in the dark territory again!!
You are a malignent influence on impressionable minds and should be syndicated to hasten the inevitable downfall of a corrupt civilization that will not support it’s bastard offspring.
God bless you!!! Oh and thanks..hehehe