My job at this point of my 47-year game is to get drunk to the point of pointing out bullshit in the world, but not where you’d expect. There are levels beneath the levels, that’s where I’m at. Come at me, bro. Come at me, sis. Come at me, CIS. Whatever. Whatever. It’s 2:10am on …
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Go’d Down
When I’m drunk againAnd down on my luckGive me a hole to piss inAnd a gutter to fuck
desires unmet, stillborn dreams
blue tinged memories of 27 year hopes and wishes visions of union souls entertwined and understanding drunk on the possibilities intoxication, wandered, lost focus, lost track missed connections never met, never talked, never made dreams happen 30 year hunger 35 year worry 40 year exhaustion 45 year giving up untie me i wanted something, i …
Grow Grow
Tell your story. Tell it again. Repeat. Refine. They will roll their eyes. You will make it better. You will polish the rough parts. You will repeat. Practice. Practice. Consistency, but improvement. You will think they’re laughing. Some will notice. Some will care. Some will applaud. Your small circle has the misfortune of hearing your …
Squint
Find myself gravitating to stasis. Baseline. Flatline. Same old. Same grind, same rut, same accidental friends. Like a gaggle of bar flies you see at the same dive every night. Talking about being and going and wanting and living, but never really doing it. Just surviving on the stories of strangers. Shit, maybe that’s just …