"teetotal" poems
Oh how I long
to fall asleep soundly.
Turn off the light,
flick the switch
and dream.
I dream alright.
My dreams are so far from reality
I can't bare it.
I know alcohol
can make you weepy,
but the willow with it's reaching branches,
that droops so sadly,
is teetotal.
My pillow
is my confidant.
I silently sob into it's
soggy material,
stuffing corners of duvet in to my mouth
to stifle,
s t i f l e,
the sound.
The taste of salt runs down the creases of my cheeks
and in to my mouth,
taking me back to days at the seaside,
fish and chips.
I finally tumble in to a fitful sleep
thinking of the ocean.
But it swallows me whole.
And I'm drowning.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
******* on tobacco as a child suckles the breast
its been more years than a man cares to count.
All the dire warnings are put aside with, 'count your blessings'
" it could have been worse, I could have been a non smoking teetotal genocidal serial killer like Adolf ******
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
The Luscious Scottish greenery is seeping into my coal black machinery
The surreal natural beauty surrounds my adopted and cold cruelty
I cautiously wandered to the Scottish Moor to try and find a teetotal cure
But it seems I have brought my terminal self with me,
I still continously play my sickening and bitter symphony
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC
Cottonmouth kingdom.
Bloodshot million-gallon-gaze.
Brewery breath.
Battlescars.
Headache like horses over the hills.
Bukowski without the
Brilliance.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
I spit fire
only wanting to inquire the truth
not one true statement out of your mouth
liar
our relationship is headed south
in dire need of our mother
get back on track
teetotal your way back to reality
I'm baffled, those perplexed nights
you disappear without a word
smoldering coals of anger arise
and i spit fire
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
A single taste of
That tantalizing tonic
Intoxicates me
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC