"ethyl" poems
I once saw my Brother in a Mirror
Begged half-score on a Verse; Now it came True
And so it did with my Attitude falter
Neglected the Duty I had for you
This I wanted Gold. God was indeed Frustrate
For the Trailing Ignorance I commit
My "I" the Traitour; In me such self-hate
For Pop's Face-Memos I saw in Good Bid
I was wrong. If the Clock-Father can reverse
And mend my Riches to renourish you
The Ethyl on your Hair; The Lamp on your Nurse
And all Bumps mended on your Friendship true.
You are the Technocrat sworn to a Vow
That you Love me Un-Conditioned somehow.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 6:58 AM UTC
Whisky breath and
cold sweat stench
fill this room
as there are fewer hours
till work
than will sober me up.
One last cigarette
One more affirmation
To keep the promises
we will slumber past
their breaking point
Class can wait
Work can wait
Life waits for none
I wait
For life to
Become
More than cycle
Of light and dark
Of stagnant art
And stagnant words
That still drip
From the corners
Of my ethyl lubricated
Mouth.
That still pool in
Your soul as
You drift to sleep
Goodnights said to every
Underage youth now
Napping away
Morning rush.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
When I am thrown from a cliff
how will I address the spirits ?
With my limbs crashing in our wooden room ?
the primitive sectors of my mind in flames ?
When my tongue pushes sacred air I
invoke silent destruction
Every impure atom flounders
My blood will remain
Puking with ****** revelation
Giving lethal sanction to pure hearts
Creation is the mad bird that never sleeps
with its head beneath the blade
Our murderers will turn like surprised doves
but our oldest comrades will declare war
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 4:12 PM UTC
drink away the days,
drink away the laundry,
drink away the pegs that
break as you put your
lacy lingerie on the washing line for all to see
drink drink drink
until the one with their
nails dug deep into your
heart remembers
you exist
drink away the slow internet,
the bills, the speeding fines,
drink away the withdrawals
and then stop
let your brain suffer,
let your hallucinations **** the
juice from your cerebral cortex,
let the seizures take the wheel,
spasm and choke
then finally lay yourself to a
psychotic rest as the
delirium tremens
set in because
death is just the physical manifestation of the metaphorical ghost you were in life
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
-------------------------------As seen on Taste.com*-----------------------------
Ingredients:
One will need a portion of the following:
1) 50g of self-imposed isolation (optional: w/ drawn curtains)
2) a tablespoon of misguided misanthropy (store brand does the trick)
3) a propensity for experiencing negative stigma
4) ethyl alcohol enough to form parasitic relationship (approx: half bottle of grey goose)
5) 1kg of pervasive fear of the unknown (found in Future aisle amongst acquaintanceships, unwelcome hypotheticals)
6) a 3/4 cup of ground self-loathing + the root
7) lettuce
8) tomato
9) cucumber
10) onions
11) avocado
Method:
Step one: place self-imposed isolation in a slow cooker along with misguided misanthropy. Cook on low for 8 HOURS. This will make LONELINESS.
Step two: preheat oven to 200C fan-forced. take loneliness from slow-cooker then douse in alcohol before placing in oven. it's meant to burn (you're meant to burn.)
Step three: bring a *** to boil and throw negative stigma in to cook until it softens.
Step four: cut pervasive fear of the unknown into strips and braise.
Step five: plate pervasive fear and negative stigma. this combination is the foundation.
Step six: chop vegetables and mix into standard garden salad, then plate (one may plate how they wish, presentation -- to you, at least, matters not, or little; here's the one who wears tracksuit pants to parties. your parents have to remind you to brush your hair). garnish with self-loathing, decorate plate with the root of self-loathing.
Step seven: plate loneliness. truest to the recipe if loneliness is focal point of the plate. if it's cooked properly it will bleed. so will you -- just give it time.
Happy cooking!!
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
He said he was a veteran of the war
not this last one, but the one before
Operation euphamism conflict desert storm
he said they brought him here straight from the floor
He said they brought the bodies to a rink
And that the ice did not quite help the stink
He could not hold his hand still, he could not hold his drink
He threw up thirty xanax in the sink
There was Rickie, he was twice my age
Hoped it's not too late to turn a page
he told me 'make the best of it', he tought me to play spades
He said meals are the way to split the day
Aerosol computer duster hose
As far as he could get it up his nose
Something about oblivion, ethyl and the cold
Wednesday lunchtime traffic had to slow.
I'm not crazy, I'm just low
I've got nowhere else to go
I'm not sick I'm just upset
As all these thoughts race through my head
I'm so tired of telling lies
Smooth as corbon dioxide.
Victoria had seen and lost her day
She had the makeup tatooed on her face
She just seemed grateful for a place to stay
And wondered of they'd take her kids away.
Three days for tears and slices on her arm
Nine days, my fault for showing them my card
They'd love to do the right thing, and treat us as we are
But good insurance is as rare as heart
I'm not crazy, I'm just low
I've got nowhere else to go
I'm not sick I'm just upset
As all these thoughts race through my head
I'm so tired of telling lies
Smooth as corbon dioxide.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
A room full of artificial stars
You held a baby, bounced him
on your knee
repeating the words
"Oh, I do like you."
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
There's ethyl alcohol between us
I can't seem to see you sober
Hold your hair til puking ends
Hypothermic when I rub back
I can't seem to see you sober
'You make me nervous'
I know I do
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC