Long Cirrhosis Poems

For Jack so loved the whisky
That he spent all his hard earned money
Buzzing like a bee, in a hive full of honey
Painting the town red, every club, pub and bar
Mingling among strangers, feeling like a...

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One thing we discovered that all aliens are not cruel
In fact they do have humility and care being loyal
To our multi-verse in tons
In a way like humans
Some are even superiors to us
With cutting edge technology...

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it was not so much that his liver had succumbed to cirrhosis

the jaundice had resulted from hard core assault on his brain

no rose-tinted spectacles would ever restore his faulty vision

myopia in itself was not a...

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He was my father… though in name only
I knew him as the one who with my mother bore me.
That’s all he ever was to me.
I am the son of a man who drank and slept...

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You just sit there without saying anything, with that amaizing body. Im attracted without you even having to say a word. Your body language is calling, pulling me close. So I get close. I get...

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Don't take any of it too seriously.
That's all I got, kid.

Fling paint on the bedroom walls
if you want to,
and call it interior design with a modern touch.
If it happens to look good,
it's still nothing.
Just like...

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How to rid myself of addiction
Let it run to the cross soiled
Here on the 1st station of the cross
Feel the self-hate go to its fate
Carry my new wood proudly

Condemned to crucifixion
I nail the addict while...

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You defy belief
Thanks dear
I mean, seven in the morning, and you’re sober
Pub went on fire, early night
Someday you will die a lonely man
My God, that philosophy degree has done you good
Why, because I state the...

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My autopsy room is a confessional, 
where killers in absentia divulge 
their sins through bodies
rigid and frigid, mutilated and mute.

Graffiti of abrasions, contusions and lacerations
reenact without deceit or reservations
a catalogue of perversions and violations.

Rage, hatred,...

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Now 52, she was one of the first heroin addicts I had ever met.
Having been addicted for years, now death was her greatest threat.
Both her days and nights were spent turning tricks and getting high.
Having...

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I long for it with strong passion,
Though liver cirrhosis is its caption,
I'm married to him with strong desire,
As he sets my heart on hot fire. 

Come cold,come warmth I consume like food,   ...

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Have I found you upon a mistake?
 A misgiven--prison - yet a  gift just the same 
 Scars mend; however, my eternal lacks such privilege 
 My place will always be place, a moment's...

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Have I found you upon a mistake?
A misgiven-prison- yet a gift just the same
Scars mend,however - my internal lack such privilege
My place will always be place, a moment's glance 

I thought I'd lost that sweet...

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A shade of yesterday resigns.
As an ancient star never aligns.
To shine beyond the path it's given.
And let light in when it's forgiven.

A cosmic trail of never ending.
Lost in the mail forever sending.
An unopened message of...

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In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river 
     of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare;
     where Charon ferries the dead, who despair)  
which unnerves our...

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A deer in my cabin roadway
    regards me curious
    like a painter at his easel
As twilight flickering, catches its coat,
      dappled patches of brown.

"Are...

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Life invades the truth.
Who cares?
The night was thin,
my eyes will search for stars. 
Now pain travels,
backward from a smile? 
A myth unfolds the terror,
of infinite tomorrows,
an escape from the eternity? 

We will die,
only in our...

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I constantly search for it
but it's enigmatical elusive,
hidden in a Mona Lisa smile.
Should I arm myself against self inflicted pains?
Camouflage my feelings with insouciant emotions?
For all my cirrhosis equivocal endeavors,
I manage only to forge a...

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Beers, wines and spirits
Produce some relaxant effects.
Addiction to alcohol
Puts you into a pothole.

You drink alcohol as a daily habit.
You sip it like a natural water.
Just in a bit,
Your life is in danger.

You think it's fun...

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Do not produce children
telepathic hypochondriac...
don't transform girls
  in symptomatic blind
don't do women
changed functions
think of the wounds
Like splenic roses
But oh don't forget
the rose of the rose
From the rose of Hiroshima
the perpetual rose
the radioactive rose
monstrous and...

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