A Drunkard's Lament

Alcohol/
Is a battle fought/
With madness wrought/
From the sadness caught/
Between a man that calms/
His hands and thoughts/
With poison that wraps its claws/
Around his watch/
Makes time pass and stop/
Whenever he slams a shot/
I have forgot-/
-ten the chasms walked/
Barefoot and half distraught/
When I've drowned in bot-/
-tles of the brownest rot-/
-gut liquor, that the damned can flaunt/
Prancing, dropped/
By the rancid vom-/
-it that crams and falls/
From the mouth of all/
The manic lost/
Ones that choose to pad their traum-/
-as with Jack and vod-/
-ka, Schnapps and all-/
-the traps of karma/
Let's get plastered, crawl the/
Line, disasters wobbling/
Pants are starting/
To tear, we're panting, heart is/
Racing, death a tragic pardon/
From the crimes of a master wrong one/
The fortune amassed is startling/
Fan your pockets/
For the change that's always last for varmints/
Alas, unvarnished/
Regrets are magic, popping/
Up wherever you're lashed and charred with/
The fires of your family's charges/

Across The Seas

I like watching you sleep/ She said, as I jostled and kneed/ My way on the mattress, stopping to think/ If you watch me, when do you actually fall into deep/ Rest yourself, it must be awful to be/ Kept up by my snoring, talking to me/ Not realizing that I've gone off the brink/ Of wakefulness and darkness until I'm startled and swing/ My arms up and cause you to spring/ Onto my chest laughing, harder than we've/ Ever done before, but you settle in and softly you sing/ I don't mind, because I love to listen to your heart as it beats/ The tears begin to pool and I cough and release/ Them in the present, because what once caused me to think/ I'd found Heaven on Earth is now a harsh memory/ But I bear it still, because though it carves and it cleaves/ And I lay there trembling, starting to bleed/ I know then I was alive for that part of the scene/ My recollection is sharp as the green/ Blades of grass in the lawn of our dreams/ In front of the house where we'd deco

Rosary

Rosary The time has come for honesty/ I admit I suck at boxing these/ Fighters, they're lunging, robbing me/ Of a dream that kept me up and walking free/ When my life wasn't mine, I'd thrust and pocket these/ Experiences, my trust was not the thing/ Reciprocated but my love was stalking me/ All around the world, but the lottery/ Came and went and I was stuck with all the beat/ Tickets, so I burned them and the rush it halted weak-/ Minded busted fallen dreams/ I clutched my balls and screamed/ I'm not done, don't walk on me/ As the exposure seeped/ In my bones as sleep/ Came over me/ It became my rosary/ I was quoting reams/ Of poetry/ When on the lowest brink/ I chose to keep/ Fighting and swinging, yet closure seemed/ So far away, but I rode the steep/ Waves of my internal roving needs/ The crones and leech-/ -es began to notice me/ So I'd throw a weak/ Punch and found a skull/ In my hand to hold/ Powerful/ Strength that wasn't there before, I was astoun

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