Thudding walls calamity crash Bozo bongo beatitude drinkatude Splashing chi whisky against amaretto amethyst ice mountains Wallowing winds whisper storm clouds And tidal waves Weaving In and out of bodies like a titanium knife Glistening like the moon. And i sit on top of a mountain Watching, Waiting for the mercurial air & water elements To swallow me like a dab of LSD.
"Let's go drown in each other's emotions! " I shout, the words echoing As the storm grows and the foaming water Churns and splashes in the wee hours of the morning...
No, i dont want another drink, i just want to be clean
I sometimes take Three showers In a day My skin may be Outrageously dry But it doesnt feel that way
Yes, it feels cracked Itchy And broken But it doesnt feel like a months walk through the winters breath It feels like Your grin ripping me open
So i wash it away Again and again In hopes ill remove your fingertips From my back The depths of my hair And off of my lips
Maybe ill erase your words So they arent on my eyelids And my own tongue Could i rub out your scent Like you rubbed your hands Over parts of me that were unsung
To stop your glance from shackling me down Keep your hips from propelling into me And take your mouths clasp off my ear So i rinse off the the dirt etched into my bones Along with the fingernail in my shoulder And the reasons as to why out of all places,
Sometimes i think That if, perhaps, I could shrink myself down into something a bit more beautiful, Then maybe you would love me.
In the ugly, unafraid, truth-telling part of my mind, The part i seldom dare to visit, I know this is not true, Know that you could never love me, Not now.
I can make myself, As much as i like, Into wood to be whittled, But i cannot make you crave those carvings.
You can lead a horse to water, Or whatever it is that they say.
But i fear i will always be a well run dry in your eyes (or perhaps one that never had water to begin with).
So i combat this fear in the only way i know how: By turning away from it, Pretending it does not exist.
By shrinking.
And sometimes, Sometimes, When you don't seem as far away, I think that if, perhaps, I could shrink myself down into something a bit more beautiful, Then maybe you would love me.
A drink isn't hard to swallow, But a divorce, a lost child, death, they are. The wind comes up, blows away dreams, Ends marriages, sifts through plans, Hopes, throws out what it wants.
A drink isn't hard to swallow, But growing old, pain, dying dogs, they are. The wind comes up, tears our garments, Exposes our frailties, our nakedness, Thoughtlessly shreds our defenses. At times like these A drink isn't hard to swallow. ---
drink.
Author: Warren Gossett
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Date: 24/03/2020
№ 1194832
A Drink Called Life
You don't want to wake up Because of the harshness Of the thing known as “Life”
It makes you bedridden Hidden away from the world Like a hamster in a cage
You stay in the cage because you can't leave There is a higher power over you Trying to protect you
But you must rid that higher power Dethrone the so-called God Because you were going to take it back
And once you're free It's like you're drunk Drunk on living
And you realized that the period The period of which you were lying in bed Was just a horrible hangover From a drink called “Life”
I was born Here in a Capital place, As in DC, or so I'm told By the yellowed scrap of paper Embossed with a seal, Which Birthers might say is forged, But it's not, and that's A happy circumstance for me, Because I hear folks like me Are different, maybe even Exceptional, And with that lone American Difference comes a boat load of perks, Including the right to say I don't see any difference When it comes to simple Appearances, But I do feel different Than those who want to speak In the name of the same Old stupid conceit That some belong And some don't, All the while they search For differences And seize on the might To drive wedges Between us, And if they end up driving out Our differences with this crocked-up Lack of a due process Cloaked in the flag, well that would be The real crime.