Witnessed uprooting : ritual in the piracy of night bare your sinning skin-suit unhuman-you your human right time fled along ebrius when i witnessed your trespass your violation you uprooting the root in the rivalry of the night
up upon the morning you raise your muzzle blighted turn your unprocessed head to retrieve social frequency tune in to the light cold dew on a damaged lawn you collect your togs your paraphernalia and pick your way tender: a rejoining propulsion toward the convulsive city to bed yourself beneath its quickening day hungover in selfish wit
"At dawn the dews of Heaven dry away: The seeds of Hell are sown again today." - Issa
on that night your eyes were drunk as heavily as you were. we sat down star gazing, and your sweaty, yet cold hand pointing the sky counting one, two, three... and i could tell your drunken eyes held more of them those tiny little stars, and as soon as that cold wind of August touched your skin, you collapsed on me shivering, wanting to be sheltered and happily i let you in in my tiny little cabin.
but what a misery as the night dawned you were now sober and and the stars were gone the little shelter, you left it, wrecked abandoned.
I wanted to write a poem about the incessant discomfort I always feel in my left eye whenever my contact lenses become old and dry I thought about how it tickles but scratches at the same time and starts off alright just a minor annoyance but quickly, overtime becomes almost unbearable like my pre-school bully himself is folding down one of my eyelashes just enough for it to poke me at the slightest movement then I thought about how I'd sooner write a poem about my life and how it started out equally alright and quickly, overtime became almost unbearable as if my pre-school bully didn't do it right
so I found him in his adult life many years later wife, two kids and a mortgage yappy staffy-cross, two cars and an alright job as a graphic designer his garden full of gorgeous flowerbeds, a full head of hair and a fading right hook "MAKE ME FEEL **** LIKE YOU DID THEN." a puzzled look on his face, garden hose flooding his drive and the yappy staffy-cross still yapping away at the living room window "I'M DEAD SERIOUS ANDREW, NOTHING HURTS LIKE IT USED TO." so he called the police and I never got to feel young again unless you count scurrying away from a council estate under the threat of a poor meal at Parkside police station the rekindling of my youth
so this is my infomercial poem about how not to confront someone always be fully clothed that's very important avoid being drunk any mind altering substance is best avoided in my opinion remember just because you care just because you remember does not mean anyone else does oh and don't eyeball craft beer when you still have your contacts in you know what? -just don't eyeball craft beer
"don't come inside" usually, in fact, almost always I would pull out with a split second to spare and ******* all over her turning her navel in to some sort of overflow ***-gutter proceed to roll over panting like an old dog in the sun roll a cigarette whilst she wipes us both down with some nearby toilet roll and suggest we watch something on her laptop this time was different though I pulled out and she lays there and starts tugging me off entirely unnecessarily as though both of our lives depended on it and I'm glad she did I started spraying hot **** everywhere and I think to myself "I'm painting the ******* walls!" it was nothing short of sensational
Raise your glasses high, tonight we won’t cry, the wine is pouring, and my love is at home, mourning. Next round is on me, we’ll get more drunk than sailors at the sea, just drink from your wooden tankard, until everything around is blurred. Let me hear you cheer, spaced-out from ***, wine and beer. This is our last night, next day we march to fight. Now, let’s dine, cause tomorrow by this time, we’ll be dead, and our clothes will be red, like this delicious crimson wine.
we drank raspberry liquor we ate strawberry ice cream and we danced in closed down bars the night that i left you yet when we kissed, my darling your lips were like vanilla and all i could think, all i could wonder was how to chase winter in the summer night air
that time i kissed my crush and then felt like dying for the next 5 days
i wrote that drunk i was trying to bypass an impasse lucked out and circumnavigated the rabbit ran into the fox he stole my color only to find it again at first light and now i nod to the speed of life the unceasing turning of greater and greater wheels the lightness of death as it passes