Booze Blues

 

Booze Blues

 

The nights chew through me

But I tear through the nights…

 

No one can touch me

I’m a ghost

An East Van spectre

A stumblebum shadow

Frequently mistook for a drug dealer

Or homeless stain…

 

I flip lids on the razorblade stage

Chomp literary and morose in blathersome ears

I got bucketfuls of this tripe

Just waiting to dump on your wires

Trip up the mainframe

With this sad game my friends…

 

Step right up folks!

See the monster in his golden cage

Throw beer nuts into his ever-flapping gums

Poke his crooked spine with the

Verbial finger of Homo erectus

 

Tomorrow is another day

The shame rising with the sun and the bile

 

Sink heavy…

 

Sink heavier than all the past night’s emotion…

 

Sink heavy through the blue

Into the infinite vastness of the depths

Watch the sun fade

A slow drown for all to marvel

 

Too bad they left the stands hours ago

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

sink heavy through the blue... goddamn but i know that sensation all too well. i understand that ache intimately..

you use some absolutely crazy sick words here: blathersome, stumblebum. delish!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

drawing the human card is a crapshoot at best~ fiendishly strung energy through the language and metaphors flayed beautiful raw~

[there is no more from m..]

what a grate poem :-)

[Hedra Helix]

that beginning is just bad a*s,

The nights chew through me
But I tear through the nights�

No one can touch me
I'm a ghost
An East Van spectre
A stumblebum shadow
Frequently mistook for a drug dealer
Or homeless stain�