"drinky" poems
College is very fun
Drinky drinky drinky drink
It's snowing on Mt. Fuji
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
Let’s make a joke
You and I
About the giddy drinky
About those funny times
You started drowning
And brought up to breath
Where were your children?
Who witnessed that horror?
Let’s chuckle
You lost a little liquid
In your veins
Well so did he
And I saw it
You may have toppled
And built yourself
But his pillars shattered
And I saw
Borrowed senses?
His were gone
Wobbling walking?
He lost his legs
And I saw
What a funny joke
Make it again
And I’ll listen
Because I saw
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
I wish I didn't make that face
When I swallow wine.
My face contorts.
Mouth goes sideways when brain goes upside down.
Everybody's smashing things up
And my brain-hole likes it.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
Yeah I know the game the **** weasels play in there tight shirts muscles glistening looking all sweaty **** .
Well I won't fall for the same fooled again bud.
You mark my words .
You see there all playing games with there mind **** slugs all trying to mind **** you.
Sure do i like to have a drinky boo maybe misplace my pants or wear a costume and do something completely normal with randy candy sometime .
What goes behind on closed windows is a rights man to happiness you know what I'm saying .
Gotta go to liquor store remember .
Keep your whistle wet and your thoughts opened before that garage door comes down leaving you behind the door or something what was I talking bout .
Avoid the **** hawks there abound like **** strongmen .
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
Tonight's the night!
I'm gonna "party like it's 1999"
Take my cup and fill it up with "brass monkey"
tequila really
Try to hang with these party animals
See what shenanigans I can create
Then when my libido is at its high
Gonna call you up
Come give me a ride
Even though you said
you no drinky, you no fun
Guess what, it don't matter
I'll make us both undone
That's my plan anyways....
but instead I see it going like this...
Party it up like I said before
Call you up
Have you take me to your door
I'll be drunk so the filter will be gone
I'll ask of you to sing me a song
Then I'll become brave
Liquid courage out of its cage
You may not remember but I sure do
Words you said to me as if on cue
Did I really hear right
Did you call yourself my boyfriend that night
Does that mean you think we're exclusive
If so why do you always act elusive
Tell it to me straight
For I have met you at hell's gate
And if you say that lying you were
Then this is nothing more than a blur
I will sleep this night by you one last time
In the morn I will leave this supposed paradigm...
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
I want to be real, as real is the ultimate goal in the game of obvious. There are purple whispers in my head. In my head. I tip-toe endlessly on the path toward forgotteness, but I am a failure in the efforts of the war against such and boredom. I dance in the savage way of my ancestors, but only in my imagination, for I know I’ll be corrected if someone actually saw. There is not enough time for the waking of the ghost of tomorrow. Beyond the reasonable laying of my lies and mocking the fiction, there is something true to wrap my hands around. I want to be real. My hair is done in a way that it makes instant jokes about gravity. It stand beyond normality like my soul, but unlike my soul, I battle to tame my hair. With every flick of the comb, I remember my marigold childhood. I remember the time when the comb was my enemy, and sleep was my crime. The pain will not wash away from the soda I poured on my head. It burned my eyes out, but luckily, I had a new pair. The internet will help. Yes, my friend named Internet. We go drinky drank around the corner, beyond the grazes of normality, like fireflies in space. We dance in the moonlight, partly because it is cliché, partly because I want to know the feeling. I make my own opinions about my life and my situations.
Whisper whisper. Is that the call of reality? I am not here today, so leave me a message on my wall of ecstasy. It is painted the same color as my nails, cobalt blue and metallic grey like that kiss from Japan I kept hidden from everyone, except my other self. The streaks of conniption flutter by on wings made of the abyss. I can’t help but stare as they float by, for I can’t catch them. I can’t catch them, but I don’t lose hope for the future. I want to be free of the pinks in my life, for they are my night terrors in stereo. I want to rid myself of the oranges as well, but they are necessary, so I tolerate them. Have you come to make me real? I can see behind your eyes. You are intrigued. I want to wrap my fingers around your violet locks and make a rainbow for the future. I don’t like the way ginger kills all that is beautiful, it is not invited to the party hosted by the voices in my head. The world mourns around me constantly beyond the written understanding of how things should be. Yet I laugh. I laugh. I laugh because I am empty inside. Where is my symphony of light and imagination? I imitate these feelings with song. I pass these feeling like a disease through dance. Whisper whisper. Shimmy twirl. I have a secret too.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
Take a seat,
Mrs O'Brien said.
So I took a seat
next to her
and she said:
want a drinky?
Sure,
I said,
I'll have a beer.
So she called
the barkeep
and he came over
and she told him
the orders
and he went off
to get them.
I sat there
and could smell
her perfume
and it was stronger
than Hercules
and kind of made me
want to get
closer to her.
She had a red
sleeveless dress on
and her dark hair
was drawn up
into a bun
on the top,
and she had
thin wire earrings,
and her eyes
were gazing at me
as if she were trying
to see into my soul.
She took out
her lipstick
and made up her lips,
and I watched her
as I used to watch
my mother as a kid
and she applied
the lipstick to her lips
and made movements
with her lips together,
as my mother used to do.
She paused and said:
Odd isn't it
how we women
do this with out lips,
put on this stuff,
and drown ourselves
in perfume
(so that's what she did)
and why do we do it?
She smiled
and I swallowed,
I don't know why,
but I swallowed
and said:
Don't know,
but it makes you
look a hundred dollars.
The barkeep came
and brought the drinks.
I looked at mine
unsure whether
to take it or not.
She said:
you ever been to bed
with a woman before?
Only as a kid
with my mother,
I said.
She smiled:
I mean as a young man
with a woman?
She said.
No, I said,
not wanting
to pretend
as I may have done
to my friends
as guys boast
about these things.
Well aren't I
a lucky woman,
she said softly,
a ****** to break in.
I sipped my drink
unsure whether
I wanted to go ahead
and sin.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
Netanya was all
over the place.
I held her up
back from the bar,
she singing verses
loudly in the streets.
I held my ***** well,
then up in the elevator
to our flat
and she to
the kitchen swaying.
Want a drinky,
she said.
Not now Baby,
let's get to bed.
I want a drinky,
she said.
You've had drinky,
now bed.
That's all you
think of is bed,
and *** and me there
for you to ram into,
she said.
Sleep alone then,
but let's to bed,
I said.
She swayed
into the bedroom
and began to undress:
taking off her coat
and shoes, and then
stood there.
How am I supposed
to get this **** dress off,
when they put
the fecking zip
at the back?
She said,
swaying side to side.
Here let me
help you unzip.
She stood there placid
and staring at the wall:
unzip me then lover boy,
undress me
from my dress.
I unzipped her dress,
and she somehow
managed to step out of it,
and I hung it up
as she stood gazing
out at the night sky
through the curtained window.
Moon's out tonight,
she said,
and those stars things.
I got her nightdress
from under the pillow
and helped into it
and buttoned her up.
Into bed now,
I said.
All alone?
She said.
If you want,
I said.
If I want?
She said
swaying back and forth.
I helped her
into bed
and she lay there
staring at the ceiling.
Who's spinning
the room around?
she said.
Close your eyes
and it will stop spinning,
I said.
O right
and she closed her eyes.
I undressed
and went lay
on the sofa
in the other room
with the door open
so I could hear
if she had trouble.
Night night feller,
she said.
Night night Baby Doll,
I replied,
then she was quiet,
the night died.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC