Oct 2012
Don't cry in the whisky baby
I am an alcoholic highlight reel
mostly made from concentrated
words--
I'll quit when I'm ready
for all kinds of art
vibrating love venom,
and words like love--
I can't seem to agree with authority.
My ankle indicates some sprain or tweak.
There's plenty of beer in the fridge,
I am not going to *** my pants ever again
like a **** and bottle of bourbon.
Thanks, I'm full
but parents never cared.
The road is litered--
the marrow ****** from their veins everyday
and the gypsy whisper of "why are we?"
is in my heartbeat.
There it went, frolicking through the midnight sky
like a car wreck,
haunting, like the song "Scarborough Fair."
I am an alcoholic highlight reel
mostly made from concentrated
words--
I'll quit when I'm ready
for all kinds of art
vibrating love venom,
and words like love--
I can't seem to agree with authority.
My ankle indicates some sprain or tweak.
There's plenty of beer in the fridge,
I am not going to *** my pants ever again
like a **** and bottle of bourbon.
Thanks, I'm full
but parents never cared.
The road is litered--
the marrow ****** from their veins everyday
and the gypsy whisper of "why are we?"
is in my heartbeat.
There it went, frolicking through the midnight sky
like a car wreck,
haunting, like the song "Scarborough Fair."
I have a bunch of unfinished poems, so I decided to look at all of them, and without changing anything, take the first line of one and combine it with the second line of another and combine that with a third line of.... you get the idea. Second stanza is the same thing, just starting from another point from the first poem.
