Screwdriver Spirituals

Screwdriver Spirituals

Sip, sip, done.

Chug, chug, done.

Glup gulp, another!

Huddle!

 

Let it take you, grab you by the hand,

Introduce you to that chick over there

Tell her what the fox says

Tell her what the fox said

After all, you just saw one didn’t you?

And she is a foxy lady….

 

Ready, break!

She sees me: dim shapes and rough shadows

A glimpse of yager

And I can see things clear

mixed emotions,

mixed drinks,

and mixed girls.

 

Devilish words roll off your tongue and in to her mouth.

And in this moment, we share a little more than a moment

Caught in my catchphrase, lurking behind my eyes a monster.

 

I put all logic on the shelf and throw caution to the wind

when, like a boomerang it comes back to smack me in the face.

Face bloodied, drink spilled, I get up and ask Who done it?

Leaking from my nose are

Those emotional burdens I

Tried to bury

 

lurking in my eyes is the monster

Under the influence,

over-influenced by his peers influenza,

crawling from the wreckage with

a damsel in distress.

 

Yelping up the entities of my entrails

Belching out baritone notes

I sink lower

and lower

into the sink

Purging my deepest regrets

Humming everything I’ve orchestrated

My residue on the resin of the sink

As everybody I came here with vanishes