Old poem, but just recorded me reading, so hopefully won't be spam.
I'll probably wake up sobbing again tomorrow Don't mind my drunken confessions I have the tolerance of a gnat But the emotional girth of an elephant Weighing my light body down That's my tragedy I suppose If I were to be dramatic Though drama emits catharsis Drama is meaning and beauty - creation In short: not me In other words I'm love sick Sick for it Sick with it Sick in its absence Just straight fuckn sick Don't mind my vulgarity It is what one uses When convention fails Expletives are the outcasts in language They wear leather and smoke all night While the rest of the dictionary Sleep, pay taxes, and attend PTA meetings Profane words are death row inmates Offering their final translucent confessions Stripped of pomp or rhetoric S**t. Mierde. Hijo de la puta madre. There I go again It's late and I'm on my third drink And am becoming vaguely beautiful In spite of the tarantula Crawling inside me, through me Its prickly legs sprawling Its ugliness spreading Until I feel like clawing Clawing at my breast To get it out Get it out! Anyhow, I'll let you sleep Shhhhh....shhhhh.... it's fine, really Come morning I will sob on my stoli-scented pillow While others yawn and smack their alarm clocks...
I don't know if this one was written under the influence, but it has that sound, and I don't mean that as a criticism. The spirits can cause us to ramble, and I get something of that here. Really good imagery, especially that concerning profanity. Do hope the morning after this one wasn't too painful. Good work.
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ah, good the spirits come across! That was what I was going for.
Vodka mornings are always t.. read moreah, good the spirits come across! That was what I was going for.
Vodka mornings are always the worst, which is why I just stick to whiskey now lol
Thx for reading.
i lovvvve the lines about curses being the outcasts of the dictionary. such a great metaphor. just loved this through and through. i think it starts off sort of slow though. might chop a few lines at the beginning b/c the middle and the end are are just SO right on!
Here you go again.. what do you drink? I want some..
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I'm telling you, you are a smokin' gun on the page..
This is brilliant!!
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