Doc Marek

short story

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:59:44 -0400

met a man
who couldn’t
find love
so he sold
himself
to a dream
& woke up

happy.

“low” by doc marek

Sun, 19 May 2013 18:52:32 -0400

“low” by doc marek

meditations from the inbound six

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:36:00 -0400

there’s a woman
who drives the
bus
& we see each other
every day
but we don’t know
each others names;
just a “good morning”
or
“good afternoon”
depending on the
time of day,
but it’s a good
relationship I’d
say.
(she even said “i
should know you
by now” this morning)

& there’s a guy
waving his arms
for her to stop,
so she stops
and picks him up
out of pity
or necessity

whatever

and now he’s
staring at this
hot blonde
pumping gas
in a mini skirt with
a cotton/polyester
mix climbing
up
well into her
danger zone

& this bus driver
says
“no bike today?”
and he says
“nah, just walking.”
and she says
“oh, i see”
& she
shuts the doors &
keeps going on,

but in that
split second
his mouth is watering
to run his
tongue
up this woman’s
legs
(& she has no
idea that I’m
writing a poem
about him & her)
but you can tell
that she
wants the compliments
but doesn’t realize

that this
sonofabitch
is going to
stain his sheets
because of her
attire

& i wish i
could slip him
a few bucks
because i smell
the liquor on his
breath
& i’ve been there

i am there

& i know he’s really just
misunderstood.

So I had an idea & I want you guys to give me feedback...

Wed, 15 May 2013 19:00:44 -0400

So I had an idea & I want you guys to give me feedback (message me or email, etc.)

Here goes..

If you donate (by clicking the PayPal donate button at the top of my page) any amount, I will handwrite one of my poems of your choice and mail it to you. I’m just trying to pay some bills & I imagine that most of you understand. I’m NOT asking anyone to donate any specific amount or anything like that. Believe me, if nobody donates a dime, I will still post my poems on here (which are a you know free to read).

I guess this is a “support the arts” kind of thing. I do in fact have some of my first chapbooks left (I only had 100 printed) that I can send as well.

Thank you & much love,
Doc

P.S.
Thank you to all of you who’ve stayed with me since the beginning & will stay reading ‘til the bitter end. Also thank you to all of my new readers. You guys make me happier than you know.

*the tattoo above is on my wrist*

all-star

Mon, 13 May 2013 16:13:31 -0400

black bat tat
on her back fat
her name’s pat
crazy about cats
always wears a sun hat
& right now
as you read this
she’s fucking some
sleaze named matt,
but she’s
been on more cocks
than a dog pecker gnat.

can’t blame her though
because when they
tell you you’re good
at something,
you just want
to do it
all the fucking
time.

Hey!

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:03:50 -0400

Please check out my friend Caterina Fedyk at onlytwentyseconds.tumblr.com. She’s currently on a photojournalism assignment in Ho Chi Minh City & shooting some really amazing shots.

Just a puppy and I.

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:02:01 -0400

Just a puppy and I.

hooting

Sat, 11 May 2013 22:48:12 -0400

inhale life
exhale death
my ears
pick up
absolute thresholds
of a heartbeat
concerto

circles of sinners
playing violin
marches for
the damned
destruction
outside
my window’s
a
still life
picasso
painting waiting
to come alive
like
poetry bouncing
off
ginsberg bellies
& the birds
screaming
at each other
until their
lungs bleed
but it sounds like
mozart to
me

so i
pen something strange
& procrastinate
creation
withholding details &
leaving literary owls
hooting mystery into
a night full of
untied ends
untied shoestrings
left to trip
on & i’m just a little
boy
still.

red balloon

Sat, 11 May 2013 08:34:37 -0400

Little boy hanging on to a red balloon; lived too fast, died too soon.

& he smiled

Fri, 10 May 2013 14:59:24 -0400

Gave a pack of squares to a panhandler with alcohol on my breath.

ridgedale

Tue, 07 May 2013 15:42:34 -0400

riding my
bicycle
on the way
home from work
i saw an
old man
pushing 90
standing by
his car
in an old
state trooper uniform-
tie & all,
pressed
& slacks
with perfect creases
and on his
feet he wore
shiny
black shoes.

“nice day out!”
he said to me

“sure is!”
i told him

& all i could
think about
was what he
had eaten
for breakfast
this morning.

because it's spring

Tue, 07 May 2013 09:55:42 -0400

all of that
is bad

sex
drugs
rock &
roll-
bad

had an
oedipus complex
fucked her
dad

now the
mailman
carries on
toe jam
jock itch
like a
son of a
bitch

slinky sunshine
slap happy
hour
drink
your
beer sour
jump off the
eiffel tower

party with some
college kids
date rape
drug of
choice
who makes the
most noise

drop bombs
dirty dreams
wet from sweat
sixteen

cash
grass
ass
all for free
birds fuck
bees
see the trees hang
low
because it’s
spring.

stoplight house

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:00:45 -0400

the house
at the
stoplight,

yeah,

someone’s getting
the shit
fucked outta
them
in there
right now.

kids walking
down the sidewalk
& old lady’s
on their way
to bible study

& i knew
a guy who
blew his
fucking brains out
but i see
his doppelgänger
everywhere

so i wonder
if that
sonofabitch
is still alive
somehow.

Caterina: allow me to introduce myself

Mon, 06 May 2013 08:26:21 -0400

Caterina: allow me to introduce myself:

onlytwentyseconds:

So, starting this photography blog has been on my to-do list for about 6 months…along with selling old clothes, writing thank you notes for Christmas gifts, and sleeping more than five hours at a time. But freshman year of college kept me a little busier than I’d thought.

Luckily, this task…

Check this out.

Mon, 06 May 2013 08:24:58 -0400

onlytwentyseconds.tumblr.com

please pretty, please

Sat, 04 May 2013 19:27:54 -0400

a house
quaint &
cute with
two eyes
windows
i see
inside
a woman
dressing
nude now
breasts soft
clean
legs long
slender
hair hiding
in a towel
steaming
sweat
dreaming of
him
& he of her
far
too far to
touch
left to
memories
& imaginations
she hesitates
and considers
her desire to
be touched
fucked
cuddled & held
loved
hearts same key
beats harmonize
on a spring breeze
through
the trees
and all any
man could say was
please pretty,
please.

believe you me

Sat, 04 May 2013 07:57:56 -0400

the saddest part 
of living 

is not that
someday 
you’re going to
 die,

but rather  that
someday 
all the memories
 of you
will die

 too.

something

Thu, 02 May 2013 14:16:05 -0400

the dandelions’ve
resurrected
like an old love,
springing up
unexpectedly
as if we
forgot they
were there
sleeping all winter.

& the rain
pulls them up
from the ground
with the sunshine
& there’s no
nectar to be made
from their pollen
so i leave
my pheromones
to the
wind

hoping someone
will find me
& teach me
how to see
through eyes
blinded &
lies covered by
love

but
what fun
is love
or the future
or G-d
if you know
anything
at
all.

joyride

Wed, 01 May 2013 16:53:00 -0400

kennedy riding
bitch
in his convertible lincoln
listening to jackie
ramble on about
nothing important & so
he looks
despondently on
wishing she would
just shut the fuck
up about marilyn
already
& suddenly,
oswald the photographer
shoots him (a head shot)
with his
italian carcano
kodak

blowing his fucking
mind

& jackie just
nonchalantly
reaches back
and grabs his
memories.

landscapers

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 08:30:46 -0400

saw three guys
standing
by a pile
of red mulch

two of them
looked to be
in their
twenties
& the other
maybe fifty

and the sun is
still burning dew
off the grass
& these two
twenty something’s
are shoveling
this mulch like
slaves
while the
fifty something
stands like a
drill sergeant-
arms crossed,
smoking his
cigarette.

they must be union
& the grandpa
has to be
making two or
three times
as much
as these guys

but then again,
how high
could the wages
really be
for shit shovelers
landscaping
barely budded trees

ah,
but they’ll be
on break soon
i say.