I have some blood in my alcohol stream

[Lyricalli]

Hyper monkeys are so annoying, and purging sins through alcohol, all the classiest poets confessed their sins that way

You trying to say I'm classy now?

 

[Lyricalli]

That's a hell of a playlist. The Arctic Monkeys song grabbed me and wouldn't let go, then this happened:


Doesn't take a few
to make me want to call
just makes the urge stronger
somehow, I've fought it off
drink in hand or not
playing, replaying those songs
that make me want
or want to cry
or both, which is the real sweet spot
no matter what
I end up drunk on something

And I could crawl
don't mind spending time
on my knees
but there's nowhere to go
other than my bed
where dreams of you wake me
leave me shaking
with the phantom of your lips
not quite brushing
against hungry skin
whispers of fleeting midnight words
intoxication rushing through my veins

Do you wanna know
if I'm still yours?

Some doors never shut




Never know where a shot of inspiration will take you.

 

[46n2]

until they’re ripe with the promise of rain

That's an outstanding line.

I like that very much.

 

[Lyricalli]

Now, Johnny Cash's version of "Hurt" is playing through my head, which makes me curious about the voice in the poem. Don't need to know the answer, but that's the voice it conjured for me.

Really good bones in this piece.

 

[HarryHill]

Really good bones in this piece.

..
Agreed.
I never see this thread unless I come in through the back door,
guess it's time for me to
Subscribe.

 

[HarryHill]

“We are the champions my friends
and we’ll keep on fighting till the end”

I lip sink in this pub/church
where the adults prey to fire water
and insight a wish for sentiment
where then men have the excuse they need
to cry
or throw up
or for five seconds be something other than
the patriarch saints of the gutter
leaning into the power ballad

I eat my chicken chips with the gusto
of a 6year old child thinking it’s Christmas
I crack open my 50cent bingo ticket and win $2
lucky, lucky, lucky I think
go and order a coke from Marty the bar keep
with my new found winnings
gambling comes early and cheap
as the allure for more settles into the bones
like cheap whiskey

my Father stands amidst the chaos
and hum-drum
he’s not the biggest man there by far
but they pay him a deference reserved
for those deemed too crazy to slight

as the bottom of my coke began to drew near
the heat in the room kicked up a notch
publicans gotta keep you drinking
I think adult thoughts as sweat beads my brow
and a chill springs unbidden to my spine
the atmosphere shifted
slightly
as two new men entered the room

my fathers hackles raised
as if a horn had blown and he
was a dog of war with a Pavlovian response
I could see the shift in his spine
the way he seemed to swell
his soul emanating dark thoughts
his will for violence leaking out
the heat was oppressive now

I wonder if it was the heating
or the devil himself
residing right there
In a man
who two seconds prior
to the door opening
was laughing
a full bodied rich sound
infectious with mirth
dripping warmth and sincerity

Later when the ambulance arrived
I was the leaning post
for my father to make it to the car
a contusion swelling from his left
eye
puncture wounds as if from a dog
dripping blood onto my hand
and the other two
they were inside
fear frozen on the first ones face
as the weight of a slate pool table
crushed the air from his lungs
the other a mass of glass shards
and slash wounds as he lay eyes closed
body convulsing in a fit
of piss and wish I hadn’t come here
stench

And for some reason my father
was chuckling as if he’d just remembered
some joke
some flight of fancy that amused him
how’d you like the show boy?
No one gets the best of you dad

..
Awesome visuals.
...

 

[Lyricalli]

pass me the bottle and I'll see what I can come up with

We sat, not speaking
a couple bar stools between
not quite close enough to touch
distance that felt insurmountable
words ceased to have meaning
as the bottle passed
from one to another
our glances lingering
longer with each pour
until the silence was drenched
with the only things left worth saying

Conversation returned with dirty phrases
fevered and rough from broken tongues
punctuated by claps of desperate flesh
etching runes into skin
messages for later
language abandoned