#lapse - Hello Poetry

Questioning the range of my stomach A tortured skull retracts all these memoirs Muscles of steel quiver under a husky hull Now suffering under the crushing weight of the earth Body aches tempt the spine to break in half A fever pitch takes me into dark arms of hopelessness, sweat pours from all pores Nevermore is the ode to my recessive gums now bleeding into the bone... Biting metal as my nervous system shivers & chatters until there is no longer control I withdraw from humanity with closed blinds & bloodshot eyes A bold red digital clock read 12:00 AM blinking "Great" I mumble half-aloud, I must've ripped the power cord out of the wall In my blinded state half-in-the-bag I move Shuffling weakly I fix myself a bath I feel my brain swell even in the cold water Crying into the bathtub, vomitting mercury A blur proceeds my epic epoch out among the daytime heathens in jeans My gait is unstable as weight shifts from one numb limb to another A cha-ching of the alarm bell froze my senses as I entered the stale store I avoid the ignorant gaze of the shop hand Shaky hands deliver the last of my crumpled currency Pennies rolling off the sales counter... A rushing of blood to my ears as my non-functioning fingers grasp at the coins Nearly passed out on the pavement from exhaustion of both mind & body Drunken eyesight both hazy & incensed Making a solid attempt to avoid the law Sunglasses semi-relax my bulging look As I run my libations up the stairs, two at a time, I briefly skirt my woes A simple sip yields a verbal sigh of relief Another day count reset yet I lay guiltless feeling the ole reliable buzz yet again... Beer bubbles make my stomach growl A stiff reminder to my bleeding ears I have not ate in three days (what ashame!) Not intoxicated but no longer a sober man I ruminate over my decision, ceasing to care as I reach my hand into the paper bag My now functioning fingers get itchy They fetch for another pint as I count the empties spread about the nightstand Some drinks were consumed fast, some smooth & thoughtfully drank (as "a gentleman" would...) I slip into this mystical coma called sleep A return to the home of deterioration & mental decay Walls of my mental discourse unfolds before me as I reach the point of no return

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May 23

May 23, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC

blackcatpoetry

RECANTATION

Questioning the range of my stomach A tortured skull retracts all these memoirs Muscles of steel quiver under a husky hull Now suffering under the crushing weight of the earth Body aches tempt the spine to break in half A fever pitch takes me into dark arms of hopelessness, sweat pours from all pores Nevermore is the ode to my recessive gums now bleeding into the bone... Biting metal as my nervous system shivers & chatters until there is no longer control I withdraw from humanity with closed blinds & bloodshot eyes A bold red digital clock read 12:00 AM blinking "Great" I mumble half-aloud, I must've ripped the power cord out of the wall In my blinded state half-in-the-bag I move Shuffling weakly I fix myself a bath I feel my brain swell even in the cold water Crying into the bathtub, vomitting mercury A blur proceeds my epic epoch out among the daytime heathens in jeans My gait is unstable as weight shifts from one numb limb to another A cha-ching of the alarm bell froze my senses as I entered the stale store I avoid the ignorant gaze of the shop hand Shaky hands deliver the last of my crumpled currency Pennies rolling off the sales counter... A rushing of blood to my ears as my non-functioning fingers grasp at the coins Nearly passed out on the pavement from exhaustion of both mind & body Drunken eyesight both hazy & incensed Making a solid attempt to avoid the law Sunglasses semi-relax my bulging look As I run my libations up the stairs, two at a time, I briefly skirt my woes A simple sip yields a verbal sigh of relief Another day count reset yet I lay guiltless feeling the ole reliable buzz yet again... Beer bubbles make my stomach growl A stiff reminder to my bleeding ears I have not ate in three days (what ashame!) Not intoxicated but no longer a sober man I ruminate over my decision, ceasing to care as I reach my hand into the paper bag My now functioning fingers get itchy They fetch for another pint as I count the empties spread about the nightstand Some drinks were consumed fast, some smooth & thoughtfully drank (as "a gentleman" would...) I slip into this mystical coma called sleep A return to the home of deterioration & mental decay Walls of my mental discourse unfolds before me as I reach the point of no return