One:
Wake up slowly.
Admit it was never that deep.
Let your first word be hmmm.
Let your second be whatever.
Two:
Stretch, but not like you mean it.
Pop one joint, then stop.
You are not an overachiever.
You’re alive. That’s enough.
Three:
Brew something hot
and unnecessarily complicated.
Call it process.
Sip. Sigh.
Spill a little on purpose.
Four:
Reintroduce yourself
to color.
Start with gray.
Work up to a muted mustard.
No pressure.
Five:
Trust nothing that smiles too easily.
Except maybe dogs.
And one cashier
who says you’re all set
like she means it.
Six:
Throw out the list you made
of everyone who owes you.
Keep the one you made
of whom you survived—
remember who survived you.
Seven:
Don’t look for closure.
Just check your teeth for spinach
when you think you ate,
and get on with it.
A hole so deep I cannot see
past the bottles around my feet
pop another, you'll be fine
the pain will fade in due time.
Pop, one, two, or three
the hole grows
that sinking feeling
as eyes roll back
and body goes limp
taking you deeper
tightening its grip.
It has you now
It drags you down
that hole you made
too fill your pain.
In the end
You will be broken
the hole so deep
words miss spoken
lashing out at
all you love
Lost in thought
Rule by the drug.
a quest for true love
nature's food on the menu
- good growth conditions
nature's diverse wealth
exhaust-free environment
- gives you appetite
hunt with empathy
pop one handful in your mouth
- red raspberry beads
20.07.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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None's more a noble try
Than to pop one in on the fly
Takes deft swings to cram one in
Others glance 'em off the pin
For such a feat so grand you'd think
There'd be more in it than just a drink
Scored an Ace once, had to buy
We ran that keg really dry
When mine went in, it cleaned my purse
If it happens again I'll surely curse
Yet some denied ponder why
If I get another, I think I'll lie
I'm bringing it hard like you've never
seen,
showing you **** you won't ever
believe.
You didn't remember now you're
down on the pavement,
with your head split because you
forgot our arrangement.
I have these evil intentions,
which are mixed with images too
gruesome to mention.
I'll choke you and watch as you
strangle,
I don't care I'll leave your ass
mangled.
now listen up before your face gets
rearranged,
and they're calling the corner to come
pick up the remains.
If you're talking to me your ass will
get hit,
you'll be crying like a baby who can't
find the tit.
I told you once but you must not be
listening,
Next it's going to be your grave that
I'm pissing in.
I'll pop one in you and not feel guilty,
Looking like Dennis the Menace so
nasty and filthy.
So I'm cracking your head back and
forth,
trying to drill this **** into your
cerebral core.
It's time you paid your dues and dealt
with this *****,
because I'm getting tired of your
constant ********.
She trickles and puddles in pools of warped fabrications,
With insipid and sheepish defenses,
She clouds my concentration of clarity and washes away the pitiful pigment—
Swallow.
Swallow the mystic pain of proper awareness,
And as the tremor of repulsive reality flumes over me,
Every sense is sharp, cruel, and plastered on the wall of grief,
I am catatonic.
Pop one, two, three down the rabbit hole of ignorant bliss,
And become conscious.
Conscious of my role in the game of deception,
And of my inept, used, and trampled body.
The exasperated shades deluge my blind feeble eyes,
Yet still I yearn for the pill of knowledge.
I like a good horror movie,
Perhaps you, as well do too,
It puts my life in perspective
That's just what it ought to do
When waking up is loathsome,
My life gone too far astray,
And fighting off being lonesome
Is too hard for me to bear
Certainly on this day,
It's a great relief for me to know,
That my horrror movie catalogue is there
I pop one in the player
And sit back to watch the show
Maybe some homicidal slayer,
Whatever, I do most surely know...
It's not dripping my blood all over,
Not facing monsters scary
Not turning into a werewolf,
With claws, hooves, and, oh, so hairy...
So horror movies, most surely have their use,
I'm glad that they do exist,
And, here, for watching them, is my excuse.