David Rutter is a Los Angeles based writer of poetry, fiction and theatre. This year
his work has been published in Haggard & Halloo, The Wilderness House Literary Review, Subliminal Interiors, Dressing Room Poetry Journal, Clean Sheets, Leaves of Ink, Eskimo Pie, Eunoia Review, The Los Angeles Review of Los Angeles and most recently, the Los Angeles Times. He is not writing a screenplay.
Rehab Stories: Sugarman
Sugarman had the dead and soulless eyes Of a pickled herring It was readily apparent That no shred of human warmth Had ever slipped through them In either direction
Sugarman’s name must have been Intended ironically The only thing sweet about him Was the fetid aroma Of human decay He referred to As his man musk
Sugarman liked to slip his hand Between my legs And squeeze my testicles While making a foghorn sound With his mouth I’ve encountered more annoying habits In my day I just can’t recall What they were
Sugarman had 29 days clean I had 20 dollars on him Never making 30 Looking back It was the easiest Twenty bucks I ever made