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WILLIAM TAYLOR JR.
The Faces and the Voices and the Rest of It I wake up and call in sick to work because some days the faces and the voices and the rest of it are just a bit too much to face and time is needed just to stare at walls or get righteously drunk or do nothing at all which seems to be a dying art in a dying world it is a Sunday afternoon and I walk along Geary Boulevard until I find a bar that has no name just a doorway to a darkened little room an escape hatch from the day I duck in there and the bartender is kind I order a beer and she gives me that and a shot of something on the house I look up at the television screen and see the city of New Orleans underwater and a voice says hey Elvis I turn my head and at the end of a bar a blonde woman old enough to be my mother flashes her tits I smile weakly and buy her a beer glad to have found a new place to hide. A Sad Story I don’t care about the money, he said, I mean I stole it anyway but she left me there on the corner cold and drunk at 3a.m. I gave her 40 dollars she said she was gonna get us a room with a TV and some weed she just had to talk to a guy and everything would be set she was gonna do me up real good she was gonna treat me right I mean, I ain’t stupid I don’t usually trust nobody but her face was kind and she held my hand I gave her 40 dollars and she left me there on that corner drunk and stupid at 3 a.m. I don’t care about the money, he said, it just made me feel so lonely. This Side 3 a.m. in the Tenderloin and outside my window it’s a strange parade the taxicabs roll up and down the junkies and the crazies the killers and the drunks do an ancient dance the sellers of bodies and souls the homeless and the lost sing their broken songs it’s quite a show and it’s all free as long as you stay on this side of the window. William Taylor Jr. currently lives in San Francisco with his wife and a cat named Trouble. His poems and stories have appeared widely in the small press for over a decade now and he has books forthcoming from Centennial Press and Sunnyoutside. He calls in sick to work more often than he should. |
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