Long Drunkeness Poems

Where Is Your Mind?

Where is your mind?
Is it way out there in the clouds of smoking cigarettes and cigars?
Is it way out there in the clouds of smoking marijuana?
Where is your mind?
Is it way out...

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Is it because life pleads with love
Or love keeps longing for life
I still live on
Even as the hearse waits
Leaning on my gate

Is it because I flock
With doves of your bosom
And harvest poetry
Zealous scalpel scarifies them
Leaving...

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O Catie love ye do ask too much of a poor scribbling poet to ask him to
open the doors so ye can view the terrible thing he knows himself to be.
All men and mayhap women...

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In the ultimate heaven true peace you'll find, when things of
This world are left behind, no lying tounge will you there
Bind, no false teaching, or drunkeness, unless; of Gods
Spirit in kind' no more theiving or...

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Music is my high,
Soda is my drink.
Sugar is my ecstacy,
Laughter is my drunkeness.
Anime is my anti-drug,
Strobe lighting is my LSD.
Dreaming is my hallucinogen.

Imagination is as psychedelic as I can get.
Being with family is when I'm...

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My heart erupts like a volcano
bursting with scathing songs,for 
the lobes of tyranny,fattened
by the deceptive lyrics,from 
sycophantic lips

My tongue,a molten kalam,shall
consume the valve of fear,preaching 
caution to frustrated souls,now
my music must rise ,from 
the din...

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I'm drunk now...
Hardly write at all
But any more it's all I do
To rid the memory of the skank I screwed
Then she came back so unforgiving
To kill me again
And hold the pen I will
To stab her...

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O, come to our feast,
Suspend your drinking laws,
We've plenty of the Beast,
Guffaw! Guffaw! Guffaw!

This Beast is called Red Rum-
It's very potent, too.
Those who drink it-numb,
Their conscience runs askew!

It's the lifeblood of our Cause,
A right, a...

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Drunkenness

You used to come home late at night,
While I was still sleeping.
You used to slam all the doors,
While mom started weeping.
Who was this man before us?
Only his face I recognized.
Who was this man who swore...

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With hair from our fathers body we were dressed to impress.
from the finest weavers who were especialy blessed.
Fruits made to make you merry as the food was shared.
with hoots of laughter carrying the old ones...

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VAN GOGH’S BLUES 
 
 
 
 

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Tonight, my darling, I said tonight I found you
I found you, like always, passed out on the floor
Just behind you, I, just behind you I saw
Something else that, that, that caught my eye
You on the...

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