blackberries

are miniature grapes

just like broccoli

are miniature trees,

and holy shit

does

that

make

them

taste

better

thing is,

they go along better

with beer

than with wine

and

I don't know why

Cyclic,

sick, licked.

I’m adding,

I add 'im

on yon

sight-for-sore-eyes

site.

Four sores,

for sure

saw

I’m

smiting.

Exciting,

it’s my ting.

Damning,

damn him.

He’s seen

hissing

his song.

Full on

fool, fawn.

Mouth on

mouthing

words

sounds

rebounds

abound

bound

to be

too twee.

The rapists

and 

their apes

hit

on

therapists.

They're pissed.

We found

a wee 

round

of wordplay.

Oyez, oh yay.

Words,

play

all

day.

[I have no idea what was going through my head when I wrote this (except Evan Williams Single Barrel Bourbon)]

Write drunk?? Who doesn't? "Post sober"??? So now I have to wait until the morning to post this when I'm sober, what the crap? If I do that then I will edit most of this bull shit.

I say, "write drunk, post away" because alcohol is my truth serum. If I wait until I'm sober then you will read ... NOTHING. Xoxo cheers!

i've got a thirst but an empty well - 

you're an ocean in a glass;

the big drink. 

a blinking beacon in the blackness,

my regular gets smashed to pieces

on the rocks. 

colossal waves, we gasp for breath -

our briney bodies sparkling

like bubbles in a highball.

i'll suck the failure from your salty shoulder

and swallow it whole,

a golden coin 

that will sleep safely, soundly

on the dusty sea floor 

in a big blackout box 

below my tongue, your scars

above my head, our stars

and the moon on a peeling label 

my Poseidon, King of the Deep -

king of the deeper, deeper,

please 

the tide rises in you and falls, crashing 

all around my thighs 

another round, my prize?

The world is wonky,

The corridors skew-wiff,

I've been breathing in food,

Exhaling stale shit,

Drinking rum after rum,

Until my tears become stiff.

So scared to death of dying,

I am too afraid to live.

I'm not a fucking phoenix,

I'll burn up once then die.

I've lost my flight,

I'm losing my light,

Losing the sight,

To spot wrong from right,

I've fallen so long,

I might falter,

I might lose the fight.

Give me a bullet to bite,

Replace the night,

A place, a palace,

To face the blight,

Parade my right,

To fucking fade,

All right!

'Cause if I can't,

Fade to black,

I'll fucking Blaze,

Bright white!

You tube, my lube, Inform, my  mind

I learn, verse heard, a  prose, a sign

Iambic, I stress

No five meters here

I'll try, with no fear

To mimic the Shakespeare

Dydactic trimeteractic

Things that may not fit

We write it buzzed

The challenge was

Pull shit out of our attic

Sober I'll be tomorrow

A face with no remorse

Verse is love and sorrow

We can't deny our source!

Maybe we're jealous

Or lonely or scared

And we wish

We could hate -

That we never cared.

Cus' we do it on purpose

Take turns stabbing

(And bleeding)

tryin to hurt the other

And often succeeding.

Laughing like tomorrow

It won't be us on the floor

Here dumb till we're numb,

Can't take no more

But it's my turn to shoot;

I need another drink,

I've almost got enough

To no longer think

- Don't mistake -

That laughing for crying

I'm watching strobe lights,

It feels like I'm dying.

My husband has given up the drink

(To save our marriage, I think)

So, though he permits, I feel guilty

When I have some wine or whiskey

Happy hour Fridays, I'll partake

To deal with stress, goodness sake

I don't miss my drunken transgressions

And, his success has made a great impression

I'm not drunk but I'm high

I'm here but not there

There are figures everywhere

They encircle me

I thought

I thought I was alone in my bedroom

But now I'm chatting up a man named Gilbert who keeps chanting my name

Anj ANJ ANJJ ANJJJJJ

he is relentless

Like the rest of them

I keep shaking and I don't understand why

Shadows dance across my wall and I know the shadows want to consume my soul

I'm not safe anywhere

Yet I only want to be here in my bedroom