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

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

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

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

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.