The First Time I Got Drunk Was In Spanish Class

A Poem by Kyle Chapman

I heard a rumor part of the reason Amy Winehouse died is she abruptly stopped drinking and her body did not adjust well.

She harmonized with poison.

She needed this.

Isn't that interesting?

I wonder if a similar rule applies to other poisons.

Let me tell you about the time I got really, really wasted in Spanish class.

The bartender sat directly to my left.

She would give me dopamine bombs with oxytocin shots and serotonin chasers.

She poured me love in a pint glass.

I was drunk every day.

One day the bartender cut me off.

My body did not adjust well.

I harmonized with poison.

I needed this.

But it's okay, I have different flaws now.

I have SSRIs for synapses.

I have whiskey for frontal lobes.

I have potassium cyanide for contemplation.

I have THC for memories of her playing symphonies on heart strings.

Also the guy who sold me these colorful pills is a f*****g liar.

Ecstasy feels like those fingertips.

Now every birthday I wish for smiling wrinkles when I'm old.

I'll do with these blisters on my passion and these calluses on my character and if she really is gone I hope sunshine takes it's job back.

I apologize.

Blaming her isn't fair.

I'm just tired of my reflection at the bottom of whiskey neats.

But I do hope she pours sparingly now.

Over-serving is f*****g reckless.

© 2015 Kyle Chapman

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youngkingkwan

Every word placed perfectly. Great style. An seemingly effortless description of what would be a mere thought in any induced stupor. Well written, well remembered. 99/100

Posted 9 Years Ago

PANDORA

I agree with the other reviewers you are really are great at expressing a thought or feeling. Your form and your flow just floats.

Now that I sufficiently fed your ego, I must leave. :-)