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I am unwell,
Have a slight headache--
I should sleep--
But for some reason I keep awake
Thinking of you,
Drowning in my feelings, suffocating under the pressure of my uncontrollable emotions--
Rationally looking at this, it should make no difference in me trying to sink into your depths--
For I am here and you are not,
Yet I keep awake talking about you to this oblivious Night--
I should... probably sleep?
(alternately titled: perp hosting everclear discord)

jump'n jack flash ("hot for teacher")  
     halen from three doors down
     tells me "go ask alice"
in chains about jane's addiction,

     which haint no green day natural bliss,
but super ***** ping
     cheap trick tripped up mendacity,
     where motley crue crew

     doth abba sol lute lee
     get feted among stone temple pilots,
     overhead foo fighting, droning, buzzing
     b52's chauffeuring  prince, Queen Bee Latifah  
     (and their entourage), thru aerospace - criss

crossing the boulevard of broken dreams -    
     rem mem bring diss
dishabille jester, who points a goldfinger,
     and also nods a golden earring,

while keeping arms akimbo
holed at this crowded house,
     in Orlando spurs dawn
     ting idea to tie a yellow ribbon round

     the ole oak tree (with a pink bow
tie), while devo
shin hull lee gesture ring feigned emo
shun null rescue toward brother matthew scott

     (turf riff hick guy), he monitors fo'
the opening royal wedding,
     as feted groomed consanguinity linkedin    
to mother Mary (i.e. thee Judeo -

     Christian bartered bride)
     all a day glow
majestically evoking, an electric light orchestra
     showering hall and oates domain ***

varying kaleidoscope,
     sans manifold dramatically,
     viz scintillating from indigo
girls deep purple raiment (strobe light effect)

     court of king crimson entrancing guests
     with somber non joe
king poise zen awaiting know
wing lee on cue to issue marching orders,

     whence proclaimers salutary formidable low
worrying church fathers regarding im mo'
mod dissed flagrantly loosening mandate re: no
     longer requiring chasuble couture accouterment

imposing a breach pro
pushy hating king crash test dummies
     pleasing secular status quo
bull heavers delivers crisis within liturgical credo
     cleaving via row

ting stinging viz liturgical heart felt
     iron maiden motorhead engine
     aired 21 gun salute amidst
     rose soundgarden mutiny    

qua parochialism creates woe
begotten lachrymose kinks
     on black sabbath sowing yo
yo wing confusion as cream colored police chief
     Hieronymus Bosh heads to ground zero.
Aldous Ayala Mar 2017
I drown myself in wine
Lose myself in the flavor of liquor
Blood in my veins feel the shine
Fighting back all thought of time
Fighting back what heed of madness I find
Ever present yet absent from mind

Fumes of envy, vanity
Every breath exhumed consumes me
Liquor's sweet sting on my tongue, my throat,  my lips
Away, all but my madness it strips

Foreign fragrance and bitter taste
Bring sweet stupor; a seductive sedative, aglazed in daze
By and by, away blaze days
While slumber I and feel no waste

Sloppy smile, half-closed eyes
And sweet, melodious, malodorous sighs
ConnectHook Jul 2017
Do tell us
your rare experiences.
Make it all about you.
The colors you beheld,
the love you lost,
the torment you possess...
tell us all about it.
Hallow
your shallow
suffering
(and ours as well).
free-verse vomitings for your erudite perusal
The too-long constipated pen
Strains for movement
And it hiccups out a line
That joins the rest in
Mediocrity and dross.
          ljm

— The End —