He was that drunk
He was reciting
Gilgamesh
In the original Sumerian
And the declaration o independence
Backwards
Like some
Autistic barbarian
Sloshing *****
On those around
A blessing
According to him
Baptism o scotch
saw his lecture begin
Which went on for time
And covered some ground
Revealed great truths
But I can't remember them now.

maybe the wolf is my mother?
running after me in jealousy as my heart pounds to get away,
begging for escape.
i am the lamb,
maybe the wolf is my brother,
chasing me as a child,
his touch frightening and unkind.
I am the lamb,
and maybe the wolf is my father, ripping and biting at my throat so my screams cannot be heard.
i am the lamb,
pure, innocent,
and covered in blood.
for what is left of me,
if the wolf wears my skin.

when i think about it now

even having distance

i cant tell you how

it happened

even if you insisted

an accident

driven by emotion

inverted devotion

what a destructive thing

it can be

spilled the glass

but the water

will never go back in again

you see

a tragedy

written by linearity

if i was god

i would play a shell game

with the disparity

of cause and effect

move em around

until its correct

but

we both know

i am just another silly man

who turned up the heat

too much

burned

then broke

your precious love

How could I ever write about our love?
How could I ever proclaim to the world your beauty,
In what kind of literature— a poem, a legend,
Or perhaps a short story? Yet, it's unclear,
For I know any of them would fall short,
Unable to convey how deeply I love you."

The way Bertha is described
She more woman
Than I could handle
You'll get more than
A Silent Echo
When you yodel
In that canyon.

Like life before instant gravy
I couldn't think of existence without you
Our meat juices comingled
Such a sweet and salty stew
But then the sauce had all dried up
Nevermore to play the love sick pup
Forgot the golden rule
Didn't give
Deffo on the take
So now I watch you
From a distance
Like a cartoon bulldog
Looks at
An uncooked steak.