White Liquor

Let the Motel Room Neon Light be My Confessional I sliced open these hardened veins Leaving me cauterizing with alcohol yet again It's the heart or the bottle Or a combination of the two I once fucked two girls on a football field When night had fallen And their boyfriends celebrated a birthday Only yards away You have no idea of the depravity Of the secrets buried Beneath a sly smile And a horoscope of hopelessness The Real Roominghouses of Los Angeles  Hanging out  For the sweet smog-choked Southern California sun  There are much worse ways to asphyxiate  And I hold little fear of death, anyway  To lie buried beneath  A mountain of scattered screenplays and unpublished novels  In a cheap hotel room As the streetlamp flickers through the curtainless window  And the roaches scuttle with purpose across the typewriter keys  Drawing the death-rattle of the dying  I wi...

Cover concept which I put together with help from my tattooist, Tommy Bucket. All The Feral Dogs of Los Angeles From Benjamin Blake ( Southpaw Nights ) and Cole Bauer, comes the new split poetry collection  All The Feral Dogs of Los Angeles . Poems full of life, death, dust, lust and liquor,  All The Feral Dogs of Los Angeles  reads like a drunken love-letter to the City of  Fallen Angels.  Benjamin Blake  Lights & Sirens Roadside surgery Performed in back rooms of low-lit bars        I came so close to bleeding out That I made my peace with God Then renounced His very name Some things are just not worth it Patched up and back behind the wheel A quart of brandy my old-time remedy For the shivers and shakes That set in with alarming regularity These old bones won’t rattle forever I closed my eyes as I drove through her town I couldn’t bear to take it i...