Shhhhh

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...

Author's Note

I stole the title from one of I.R. poems, but it's apt, for various reasons.






Also, the song I have been told is mistakingly attributed to Perfect Circle but is actually Ashe.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

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.

[Alessander]

ah, 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.

[Nipplegrinder]

Nicely done. Stoli-scented pillow. Hahaha. Loved that. Deft word choice here.

[Gaurav]

The cloudy essence to the words in your poem make it a lyrical composition and sweet melancholic gesture at the same time. Good one

[guy drori]

I love the natural rhythm of the poem that is almost told like a story told by a character. Awesome write

[A.G.]

loved it! well written and honest in every word and sentence. personal. I enjoyed this poem very much Alessander.
(:
-Angelina

[Alessander]

I'm happy you read and liked it, Angelina. Thxs for checking it out.

[A.G.]

(: your welcome Alessander.

[UnholyFate]

Beautiful poem, and so it seems to me the best ones always come in a time of sorrow. Brings me back to a time and place.

[Alessander]

Yeah, it can be rough sometimes.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Unholy Fate.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I am not sure if I agree with the spirits cause ramblin'.... unless your talking about the ones that hide in the shadows cause I ramble constantly...maybe your just under the influence of misunderstood or poet. There really are so many. BUT enough ramblin' about ramblin' and let's get back to this state of poem. I hear your strife all the way through..strife with love, strife with life, and the un- apology of being exactly okay with it. I'm probably not making sense cause there I go ramblin' again:)

[Alessander]

strife with love, strife with life...yes.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Queenie.

[Elle Thompson]

So I thoroughly enjoyed this piece
I love that you personify words, these lines especially "Expletives are the outcasts in language
They wear leather and smoke all night
While the rest of the dictionary" I thought were fantastic.
I sort of missed end of line stops, though. I find myself making this complaint a lot, so it might just be some kind of weird compulsion I have, but sometimes I feel like a "." adds a lot of punch and finality to a sentence. Also, I'm a little curious if you tried/considered breaking it up into stanzas. Otherwise, I like it quite a lot, it definitely establishes a mood and it is bizarre and wonderful.

[Butch Decatoria]

It's a great poem, more angst than romance, but still well written. The human drama is meaning and beauty, is what drew me in further, even with the ugly things you do or rather write, it is still beautiful, because it is human. May seem to lead to a somber finish but think back on it and it has become a voyage, poetry is being this honest and naked with yourself deep in it...