Poetry by Melodie Yvonne

Words from a gonzoesque life in an oh so gonzoless world

  • The Ballad of Hayden Pike

    The Ballad of Hayden Pike

    Originally published online Feb 12, 2021 & in the collection I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To: A Hitchhiker’s Guide To My Galaxie — available here

    ⚠️ Explicit Content Warning
    This poetry excerpt from I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To contains material relating to drugs and gun violence

    The Ballad of Hayden Pike by Melodie Yvonne

    Just got a new house, but we’re playing pretend
    Somehow we don’t know it, don’t know it’ll end
    But Merlin’s been supplyin’ to our southern kin
    And I told them to not let those fucking people in

    It’s just been 3 months, but the walls bleed our sins
    It’s suckin’ our souls like we’re stuck in quicksand
    But somehow this shit storm’s about to get worse
    We’ve been teasin’ the devil and he’s ‘bout to quench his thirst

    Broke glass rips the night like a banshee in heat
    Didn’t think a shotgun & my face’d ever meet
    “Get down on the ground!“ cuts through me like a knife
    Didn’t think I would die on a night like tonight

    I shut my eyes super tight ‘til there’s nothin’ but dark
    Now I’m prayin’ somehow that this gun play don’t start
    Just prayin’ and prayin’ they’ll at least end it easy
    Just kill me real quick, but at least save the baby

    They duct tape us real tight so we won’t get away
    Because I’m “with child” they give me some sway
    But somethin’ about that tone in his voice
    Told me real fuckin’ quick he wasn’t just bein’ nice

    “The drugs and the money is what we are after!”
    I said “I got money,” but they answered with laughter
    “Gerald Lee, go on & look in the freezer,”
    “We won’t hurt you, lil lady. We’re their fuckin’ reapers.”

    Then just like that as quick as it started
    A few empty threats and then they departed
    And nothin’ was left in that after math of violence
    ‘Cept the ripping of duct tape through deafening silence

    It really is true, those goblins’ll get ya
    If you keep on smitin’ the hand that begets you
    You wait & you watch & you look for the signs
    But we don’t really want ‘em when we’re toin’ the line

    All we can feel is the jones of an addict
    We barely got out, but we just need some practice
    “Next time we’ll be ready, and draw our guns first,”
    “No more fuckin’ around. They’ll go home in a hearse…”

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  • A Reprieve

    A Reprieve

    Originally published online Feb 12, 2021 & in the collection I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To: A Hitchhiker’s Guide To My Galaxie — available here

    A Reprieve by Melodie Yvonne

    Time for us to take another little trip down south
    We gotta take a trip to get to trip
    We’re making damn good time and we should get there ‘fore we’re down
    There’s something freein’ ‘bout this big long stretch

    Lucy ‘s ridin’ shotgun and it’s getting kinda late
    But I’m pretty sure we’ll get there for the morn’
    We done crossed the border and we’re almost to Mobile
    But this time we’re not stoppin’ ‘til the Shores

    The air is cool, but warm enough to take the T-tops out
    The Gulf fog’s swallowin’ up the road ahead
    Nights like these are pretty fuckin’ rare anymore
    The nights that I forget I’m almost dead

    I slide my hand just out the window tryin’ to touch the clouds
    My fingertips are surfin’ on the breeze
    The Pixies slidin’ in my ear have got me feelin’ fine
    Their Wave of Mutilation sets me free

    I could live here just like this for every second left
    Bubble up this moment and be done
    Pump the Volume on the sound and leave the world behind
    Until my shadows and my light are one

    I could live here just like this and never a regret
    Never think about the things I lost
    I could live here just like this and leave the world behind
    Just me and Lucy and this Gulf Shores fog

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  • The Lion’s Den Sprint

    The Lion’s Den Sprint

    Originally published online Dec 10, 2020 & in the collection I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To: A Hitchhiker’s Guide To My Galaxie — available here

    The Lion’s Den Sprint by Melodie Yvonne

    80 down a back road way out in BFE
    We’re goin’ awful fast for never gonna leave
    The headlights stab the black air as we travel down the road
    Tryin’ to make it to the highway ‘fore the soberness takes hold

    The pigs are stakin’ out the sides, but we’re one step ahead
    ‘Cause we don’t wanna go to jail, but don’t care if we’re dead
    Tree skeletons engulf us as they fly by dirty windows
    This ole back road’s full of evil, but there’s always room for more ghosts

    Ole Smoky’s gainin’ on us, but our luck’s still holding out
    Like the government holds water when the nations in a drought
    Just a few more hills and hairpin turns are comin’ up ahead
    And that pig might still be gainin’, but we don’t care if we’re dead

    The road might curve before us, but our speed straightens it out
    And we’ve lost that fucking porker for a second of his doubt
    We lock it up and slide into a driveway on the right
    Kill the car and hunker down and watch that fuckin’ pig fly by

    We slither back on 250 fixin’ to ramble on
    We’re pretty sure the coast is clear, but don’t care if he’s gone
    ‘Cause we still got that mission waitin’ for us up ahead…
    We’re both almost fucking sober and we’d both rather be dead

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  • Chestnut and 4th

    Chestnut and 4th

    Originally published online Feb 5, 2021 & in the collection I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To: A Hitchhiker’s Guide To My Galaxie — available here

    Chestnut and 4th by Melodie Yvonne

    Down deep in this shady motel on the corner of Chestnut and 4th
    The walls move 24 hours a day and nobody there’s seen the Lord

    A counterfeit tabula rasa in a town known for bein’ just small
    But the only thing further away from the truth is how far the cops are from the law

    In the streets the meth whores and their “Daddies” slither ‘round sniffin’ for tricks
    And there’s no fucking discrimination, no fucking such thing as “just kids”

    The days just keep on gettin’ longer and the cold winter nights scurry close
    And all of the residents trapped in that place are runnin’ away from their ghosts

    And the smell of the aged rotting flesh that piles up so deep in their closets
    Brings them together and keeps them from leavin’ like pheromones sprayed ‘round in a brothel

    Yet somehow there’s always a room left, that vacancy sign’s always on
    And it calls out to lost souls all over the world that get trapped in its wide open arms

    That comforting glow of the street lights that makes you feel 16 and free
    Just like Stockholm Syndrome can make you feel love the Chestnut can make you love to bleed

    And me, I’m not really no different, wanderin’ in off the streets
    A part of me’s still right on back there and don’t know if I wanna leave

    From that little old sleazy motel room on the corner of Chestnut and 4th
    Where the walls move 24 hours a day and no one can save you but the Lord

    I left all my innocence back there, on the corner of Chestnut and 4th
    I just can’t remember what my life was like before I walked right through that door

    Before I stepped into that cold room, on the corner of Chestnut and 4th
    Where the walls move 24 hours a day, but you’ll never move there no more.

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  • Tri-County Neighborhood

    Tri-County Neighborhood

    Originally published online Nov 24, 2020 & in the collection I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To: A Hitchhiker’s Guide To My Galaxie — available here

    Tri-County Neighborhood by Melodie Yvonne

    Drive town to town lookin’ for food to calm the drugs down in our stomachs
    We take what we get in this Tri-County hole, beg, borrow, or steal, and they love it
    ‘Cause when we get our kicks, they get theirs too, though, they act like they’re all up above it
    They all sling their shit at us so fucking much that we look like we all been out muddin’

    But what can I say? We woller in it. Writhe around in the shit on our bellies
    It’s easier to slither through these sleazy streets, got a better idea you can tell me
    But I’m here to tell you it’s beat ‘em or join ‘em, so you better be fucking good
    ‘Cause you won’t walk away, nobody leaves this fucking Tri-County neighborhood

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  • Just Driving

    Just Driving

    The 2nd piece in the collection I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To: A Hitchhiker’s Guide To My Galaxie — available here

    Just Driving by Melodie Yvonne

    Not sure where the fuck to go, not sure what to do
    You find the hard way freedom’s got a price
    I don’t know if I’ll ever find a place to call my own
    Just hopin’ for somewhere to call tonight

    Everything I fucking own is ridin’ in the back
    Ain’t got no time to stop and rest my head
    It’s gettin’ really cold and dark way out in BFE
    If you stop in the wrong spot you’ll end up dead

    Not sure where the fuck I’ll sleep, not sure where I’ll live
    Not sure if I wanna live this way
    Right now I just got a think of what the fuck to do, though
    So I can keep my ass alive today

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  • Run Away Home

    Run Away Home

    Originally written for Creative Writing at JCHS in October 1993 & the first piece in the print collection I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To: A Hitchhiker’s Guide To My Galaxie — available here

    Run Away Home by Melodie Yvonne

    I feel so trapped. My small light floods the entire room with brightness. There are no sounds except that humming of the dryer downstairs. I get up. I know it’s time for me to go. As I walk I feel my mind lighten. I take one last look in the mirror. I look different, not myself.

    I pick up my things. Though they are heavy, they feel light compared to the weight on my heart. I walk down the long dark hallway, and I don’t look back. So many things are happening at once. I approach the stairs, and steadily walk down with a bag in each hand. Everything is still quiet. I walk down the stairs, and turn into yet another dark hallway, but this time I feel a chill. I know I may never be back.

    I stop to take my clothing from the warm dryer. I put them in my bag. As I approach the door I know I can’t come back once I walk out. I go through the door, and the cold wind bites through my skin. I smell smoke in the air from a fire long since perished. I walk to a car and get in. I turn the key. I feel a loss, but at the same time a great gain… Freedom.

    Finally, I turn on the headlights. They pierce the dark like a sword. These are the lights I will always follow because these are the ones that truly take me home.

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  • The Honeymoon Is Definitely Over

    The Honeymoon Is Definitely Over

    Originally published online Feb 2, 2021 & in the collection Photographic Memories: 7even — available here

    The Honeymoon Is Definitely Over by Melodie Yvonne

    Sittin’ here waitin’ and wonderin’ what’s next
    I’m tryin’ to stay clean, but my life’s still a mess
    I feel like I’m stuck, super glued into place
    I look in the mirror and don’t know my own face

    I’m running in circles and just standing still
    I’m so fuckin’ tired ‘cause this shit’s all uphill
    I’m keepin’ it simple and tryin’ to stay sober
    But this fucking honeymoon’s definitely over

    I’m lookin’ for you, but closin’ my eyes
    I’m so fucking scared that I just wanna hide
    I need somethin’ stable, but need somethin’ caustic
    I’m sick of this ride and I wanna get off it

    I’m needin’ some balance lookin’ for my medium
    There’s gotta be somethin’ better than this tedium
    Wanna be warm, but not set me on fire
    I wanna be high, but don’t need to get higher

    I’m running in circles and just standing still
    I’m so fuckin’ tired ‘cause this shit’s all uphill
    I’m keepin’ it simple and tryin’ to stay sober
    But this fucking honeymoon’s definitely over

    I just wanna run and not ever look back
    I don’t fuckin’ know what keeps holding me back
    Maybe I’m scared or maybe I’m just tired
    Or maybe I do need to light me on fire

    Maybe I need to just blow up my world
    Put a bomb in my dumpster and let it explode
    But everyone knows that the danger’s the shrapnel
    That spews out & slices up happily ever after

    I’m running in circles and just standing still
    I’m so fuckin’ tired ‘cause this shit’s all uphill
    I’m keepin’ it simple and tryin’ to stay sober
    But this fucking honeymoon’s definitely over

    Yeah, this fucking honeymoon’s definitely over

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  • I Watched Too Much Stuff About The Runaways on Hulu and I Wanna Growl Too aka Everybody Can Fuck Off Except Joan Jett

    I Watched Too Much Stuff About The Runaways on Hulu and I Wanna Growl Too aka Everybody Can Fuck Off Except Joan Jett

    Originally published online Jan 17, 2021 & in the collection Photographic Memories: 7even — available here

    I Watched Too Much Stuff About The Runaways on Hulu and I Wanna Growl Too aka Everybody Can Fuck Off Except Joan Jett by Melodie Yvonne

    I’m not going to be what you want me to be
    I won’t be what you think that I am
    All I really know is fucking just hanging on
    What you think I just don’t give a damn

    I’m not gonna be what you think I can be
    I won’t fit into your fucking mold
    You can’t fucking make me into your little toy
    I’m not a thing that’s bought and just sold

    I’m not gonna play your little fucking mind games
    I’m not one of your fashion plate dolls
    You’re not gonna win if you keep fucking around
    I’ll throat punch you and twist off your balls

    You think that your punk, but you ain’t got a clue
    Your rock ‘n’ roll is bubblegum pink
    Well, here’s a bright fucking newsflash for you all
    I don’t give a fuck what you think

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  • Death Row Seafood Fetish

    Death Row Seafood Fetish

    Originally published online Dec 6, 2020 & in the collection Photographic Memories: 7even — available here
    This piece can also be found in the Poetry Collaboration Sin & Skin — available on Amazon here

    Death Row Seafood Fetish by Melodie Yvonne

    Dedicated to bette. ❤️❤️❤️
    Everyone should be so lucky as to have a friend like her that accepts you for EXACTLY who you are. Never settle for less, and strive to be that person for others. Be excellent to each other ❤️❤️❤️

    I’m standin’ by the seafood, and I’m gettin’ really horny
    All I really want is for someone else to bone me
    But now I’m all embarrassed ‘cause I shouldn’t have these thoughts
    Then real quick my friend reminds me that life‘s not connect the dots

    She says that life is chaos swirling in the air with fate
    She says there’s nothing you can do, but calm yourself and wait
    The universe has got a plan, just love and never hate
    And if you’re ever by the seafood it’s ok to masturbate

    Don’t edit you for someone else ‘cause they’re not meant to be
    Don’t chain yourself to someone else that don’t make you feel free
    Be everything you want to be and then a little more
    And don’t ever hide yourself from me, it’s YOU that I adore

    She says that life is chaos swirling in the air with fate
    She says there’s nothing you can do, but calm yourself and wait
    The universe has got a plan, just love and never hate
    And if you’re ever by the seafood it’s ok to masturbate

    This life is just a ride we’re on ‘til we get somewhere else
    Every feeling that you’ve had is valid that you’ve felt
    And if live lobsters lookin’ at you is what gets you off
    Then you hop your ass right over to that death row seafood bar

    She says that life is chaos swirling in the air with fate
    She says there’s nothing you can do, so calm yourself and wait
    The universe has got a plan, just love and never hate
    And if you’re ever by the seafood it’s ok to masturbate

    ♥♥♥

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