Monday, October 7, 2019

ryan c. taylor// cachito's song

desert heat with a southwest sky
giving fuck all in the van with the guys
no one could do it better and Frankie just died
Cachitos coming down gonna build and destroy
we don't care where you're from 
we were Southside tx and we're missing our moms
skins, punks,hardcore kids
tx to ca nodding out on a blitz
yuma Arizona is where it really hit 
making our mark just some junkie kids
cachito crying wolf in the back
playing on repeat fuckin all out attack
we ran as one
criminals and hoods
outcasts lost sons
words we write and scars help to remind us so we sing along
some died trying if only to remind us not to fall but soldier on
sub o night with a blue red sky
sirens pulling up thought cachito would die
took it too far and oded on the lie
too high to see the signs can't turn back time
skins, punks, hardcore kids
we were the cats with 9 lives and my brother lost 10
play it back again and again
don't know how I survived can't believe that I did
sweating off the smack
eating suboxone
wish upon a wish
that frank and chito had lived
az days nodding out with my kin
playing on repeat we were Saturdays kids
we run as one
in remembrance lost sons
the path we trudge on
words we write and scars help to remind us so we sing along
some died trying if only to remind us not to fall back but to soldier on.

*liberty and justice 2019

ryan c. taylor//weddings & funerals

come from a long line
of Darryl's and Dawns
martyrs and pawns
goodbyes and so longs
weddings and funerals
open mouth of a past
catching up is criminal
to an ego made of glass
attached to the hard times
like a cough to a lung


*black coffee 10/7/12

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

ryan c. taylor// exits

something i've awaken to recently.
 too many exits and not enough flee in me.
 too many words about the wither and weakening.
 found death in love and a blank canvas shivering.
 cold in the clutch from a calloused tip softening.
 birth death to birth apartment 5 is the offering.

something old i've come to appreciate.
 the exits left from the holes i used to create.
 bodies piled 6 feet high in a bastard's wake.
 next morning fathered and fed with grace and for mercy's sake.
put boots to feet and press on to embrace mistakes.
next mornings exits are familiar and involve the shakes.

 i'll quote myself for the still sick and say
"everyone's an enemy including you including me"

castrati// new borns(s)

i fathered this

Sunday, September 4, 2011

ryan c. taylor// formerly known as

all is well
save the sun
no longer crisp
cumber and some
i feel less of worth
 fear fear to come
too good to be
young darling one
might bear a beast
might bear a nun
might not soon be
might one day come
eyes glistening
 fever of four ones
let's trade soft skin
crown thee the one

Sunday, April 17, 2011

ryan c. taylor// argo nunya


wet palms and dry lips paint a skyline of wide hips
i cough cool and bleed spit and write wrongs with a tight grip
i shoved off and called to quit, don't doctor me we're counterfeit
see me in you and go with it,feign sex fiends with sissy shins
fall for me passively like a heel slit
agressively address the past me like you're dope sick
i sew my mouth shut around the worst of friends
say argo nunya to the rest of them
duck out the last month to avoid eviction
should probably stop now and call this fiction

Monday, April 4, 2011

ryan c. taylor// named after a jetson

sit in circles sick and sacred.
emotionally pushed from pen to pavement.
third time's a charm my feline favorite.
i worked weird weak i wish she'd save it.
awkward hands called out her cadence.
a female firm last name not jetson.
i had a hole i wish she slept in.
waited too long and missed the message.
now we don't know and i'm complacent.
she's reached new heights
forgave forgiveness.
fuck fists i'm fine
all fear and friend less.
there is a girl
a once could have been.
old man fear crawled up and crept in.
i no longer know nor care to listen.
she was a picker.
i'm still a peasant.