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Tonight, the moon came out, it was nearly full. Way down here on earth, I could feel it's pull. The weight of gravity or just the lure of life, Made me want to leave my only home tonight. Now I'm just wonderin' how we know where we belong. Is it in a photograph, or a dashboard poet's song? Will I have missed my chance to right some ancient wrong, Should I find myself between here and gone? Mary Chapin Carpenter #feels #whyiwrite #writer #memoir #amwriting

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Sublime poetry by William Taylor Jr.

2 Poems by William Taylor Jr.

The Busted Neon Loneliness I drink overpriced Chardonnay in a Tenderloin joint that’s all empty flash and hipster art strewn about steampunk walls I’ve run out of poems and pretty things to say and I’ve got nothing left with which to poster paint the void no defense against the day other than to get drunk and walk the downtown streets with the suicides and pretty girls as ash from distant fires drifts down like snow blanketing the busted neon loneliness of massage parlors and lotto machines and there’s a man on a stretcher on Post Street gasping for air with his dirty belly hanging out and in Chinatown old men sit on crates smoking outside the butcher shops staring through the muddy years and I breathe it all in like a sick perfume the beautiful terror of it is the answer to everything and it makes me ashamed for every time I ever asked for anything every time I thought to taint the hours with dreams of purpose and I just want to dissolve into the laughter of the televisions in the corner bars and the smoke from the cigarettes held just so in the skinny fingers of the girls huddled outside the gentleman’s clubs and just drift with the ghosts of the forgotten poets and the crazies and the long dead bartenders embracing the terrible music of it becoming a golden bright nothing caught in the amber of the day like an empty god drunk on the fire of everything.

Nervous Eating Back when I was a young man still living at my parents’ place I’d sit up late in the den watching tv, sipping on something I’d swiped from the liquor cabinet. I’d hear my dad shuffle in the kitchen, he’d open the fridge, and start eating on anything that didn’t need to be cooked or heated up. He’d stand there munching on whatever, and every now and then he’d say, What’re you doin,’ boy? Watching tv, I’d say, what’re you doing? Nervous eatin’, he’d reply. It was a phrase my mom used as well, sighing about the weight she’d gained from all her nervous eating. I was never quite sure what they were always so nervous about, as more often than not I wasn’t aware of anything particularly troubling going on. Of course now, some thirty years on, I understand perfectly well that they were nervous about the persistence of time, unpaid bills, their useless kids, old age and sickness unto death, the future and the past, the living and the dead, any number of other things that make up an ordinary life.

And I think of my father, now long gone, as I stand in the cold light of the fridge, folding lunch meat into my mouth at 1:42 a,m.

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William Taylor Jr. lives and writes in the Tenderloin neighborhood of San Francisco. He is the author of numerous books of poetry, and a volume of fiction. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and was a recipient of the 2013 Kathy Acker Award. He recently edited Cockymoon: Selected Poems of Jack Micheline, published by Zeitgeist Press in 2017. From the Essential Handbook on Making it to the Next Whatever is his latest collection of poetry.