I dance while under the influence,
With my love, as I'm in a trance.
I saw the pig and the clown coming my way with their drink.
They were well into their cups. I had this quick ugly think.
I jumped into a bush and tried to become invisible to them.
They were crazed with alcohol, two silly old men.
Slap happy and nutty, they were sloshing their words.
I rolled my eyes at their inebriation; both were quite absurd.
Where is that giant fork and that delightful silver spoon?
I ignored their laughter, as they howled at the moon.
The inebriated
chalk eraser
of my existence
becomes an equation
of exponential proportions
divided into categories
of formulas measured
and weighed
against solvents
and chemical reactions
fused together
spacing into lines
by writing in
poetic rhymes
on a blackboard
of artistic realignment.
Experimental resources
explore inside
my mind
processes that
Einstein would
gravitate towards
and relate too
the existence of
continually riding
light waves
intellectually timed
creating drunk
apon
mathematical finds.
Inebriated…
This road that I’m going through ends nowhere,
This dream tonight I have again is nightmare.
Wake me up and pour me a drink just because
this world is nothing, nothing much I do declare.
My dear, dear youth, come back; aging is pain.
The way I ran and danced, now walk with cane.
My beloved youth escaped, cage is empty;
Whatever is left is pain; what is my gain?
I have a heart that cannot reside in my chest.
Whatever sees believes that would be best.
I left my house to drink, hope blinding my sight;
I'm afraid to look or to try one more test.
My empty jug of wine is calling me tonight.
Tells me to get some more, the same sheer delight.
They told me that I live and I will be gone soon,
If I don’t drink today, tomorrow die, I might.
10/10/16 Haloo
inebriated
worries disappear
the "closet" drinker
I’m inebriated with him
By his sinful touch
Its meaning is evil
His ardor fed by my desire
I desire this rouge
His violent touch
And calloused hands
That rub my wanting raw
Oh, please
Turn the music up, Shug
I just want to lie in this camper
Surrounded by my three good friends
And forget
Please, Cay
Don’t remind me of the girl I love
Back at the dorms till my return
Her dazzling eyes will never stray to me
Sing it, DJ
Pour all that soul out on the floor
Scream and cry the music
Send my mind away
Pass me my cigarettes
I really shouldn't smoke
Pour me another drink
I’ve done with out for so, so long
Play it, Shug
Let me get sloshed out of my mind
As I listen to the most secret and glorious music
Help me forget that she probably hates smokers
And would be pissed if I showed up hung over to the dorms
Help me forget I’ll be taking measurements
For her costume soon
Tell me how your year has been
Make me smile
And help me
Walk back to the house again
Sign right here on the dotted line
where everything is almost fine
and sip the sip of brandied wine
a thousand biting berries.
Step right up and don't be shy
today's the day you'll almost die
Stop the clock to ask it why
finding the hands are mute.
Slow right down but don't be late
for you'll be sure to complicate
the winding road to stop and wait
sipping the wind indigent
Pass right by and don't you cry
and we'll serve you a slice of sky
with brandied wine you'll wonder why
you ever can't be merry...
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