Best Pass Out Poems
Night Out Pass Out
Shower
Half hour
Teeth clean
No green
Paint nails
Smudge fail
Broke nail
More fail
Cold air
Leg wear
Jeans tight
Won fight
Done in
Drink gin
Room spin
Less gin
Rave shout
Turn out
Dance moves
Bad grooves
Dance bump
With Trump
Not him
Was Jim
More drink
Cant think
I cry
Oh why?
Booze talk
Can't walk
Night gone
All worn
Go home
With gnome
Feel sick
Move quick
Pass out
Snore pout
Sleep tight
Night Night
08.09.20
Passover Passover Pass out
What’s all the commotion about
Those four cups of wine
My eyes don’t align
Passover Passover Pass out
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The first night of Passover --
outside of Israel, the first two
nights -- Jewish law requires
that one over age 13 drink
four cups of wine. Those who
are strict do not substitute
grape juice. (I do ~ Mr. Stricken)
No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On
I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor naked pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.
less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning
libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into
the stacks and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping
it was probaly for the best.
but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine
american men wake up with are god given birth rite.
That which after a trip to the restroom like
that early morning madness that was christmas pressent openning
was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing.
Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they
sucked altogather but drinking and common sense dont even
belong in the same room togather.
Portsmouth Va was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow.
Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a
spoiled spoon fed yuppie turd.
the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second.
They walked the street soaking in the pain of life.
there heads stuck so far up there asses I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked
by.
acting as though they were outsiders yerning to be mainstream
they'd rape there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background.
Just for a taste of stardom.
True talent who needs that?
but no matter the floor you pass out on one
thing was clear.
In a world were you could have a bus load
of kids and get paid for it.
fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore.
The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded
voices from the past.
the floor these hollow reallity show bottom feeders
passed out on. Had to besoft as there heads.
Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor.
And some TV exect would have a brainstorm to have a show
were washed up celebrities would have a contest.
To see who could bore us the most with there sob story
Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow
than a reality show pillbox for a brain.
and the truth effectsus all form no matter
which floor so you do choose to pass out on.
There I was in my early twenties
which was years ago I know
standing waiting for my lift
for to work I was to go
Then I felt sick in my tum
within moments was on the deck
not knowing where I was
feeling like a real wreck
A lady from shop nearby
glass of water she brought
that helped me to come to
before ambulance came on the spot
To hospital now on the way
arrived to get full check up
doctor said I had passed out
I had still years left in my cup!
Examination proved I was ok
what a relief there was no doubt
this can happen they say
nothing to worry about
So off home I go
ambulance took me there
it's never happened again
glad it's been so rare
Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness
I die every night, you die every night too
This is our way of rejuvenating the body
This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky,
However, this is absolutely or definitely true
Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess
Which takes place from a certain time to the other
We die every night to pay a visit to another crater.
We die every night, if we're blessed, fortunate or lucky
We return to our natural living state, feeling rested
God in his divine and genial way created us that way
That's a given, we have no alternative; no other way
To change things. Sleep deep tonight, die slowly and lightly
Hoping that we'll wake-up the next hours alive and resuscitated.
Drowning in a slow sleep is a gift, die a little tonight
God will not keep us. This is wonderful; this is out of sight.
Copyright © August 26, 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.