Bar
History
the steady yarned mallet
against the stretched human skin of a timpani
scythe and chaff and all of that
We discuss time
God are we boring
always burning hapless fuckers
a series of fields being made fallow
Fallow is a yellow word
stalks of corn limp
inkspots bloom across them
they salmon belly in the anemic autumn sun
Roe on the tongue fizzing like pop rocks
endless present melting at the vanishing point
leaves a lump of cooly green radioactive slag
in elephantine shapes
It isn't such a steady beat
this history
percussion as drunken bar fight
and whiskey spilled on the already sticky table
Showing posts with label drunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drunk. Show all posts
05 February 2017
16 December 2016
Poem-A-Day #290 : Nightscape
Nightscape
On your skin
A color like purple
It thighs and glides across surfaces
A woman is thrown into the pool of a taxi
There is night and then there is city
Each thing defines itself against the void of space
Your eyes are glares
The streetlight blinks yellow banishing color
Mono
A wish to be the reflection in your sweat
The smell of garbage
A rat across your foot
Uber and crash
Your teeth are violet
On your skin
A color like purple
It thighs and glides across surfaces
A woman is thrown into the pool of a taxi
There is night and then there is city
Each thing defines itself against the void of space
Your eyes are glares
The streetlight blinks yellow banishing color
Mono
A wish to be the reflection in your sweat
The smell of garbage
A rat across your foot
Uber and crash
Your teeth are violet
02 December 2016
Poem-A-Day #277 : At The Illegal Bar in Spanish Harlem I Really Tried to Sleep with You
At The Illegal Bar in Spanish Harlem I Really Tried to Sleep with You
There was a lean-to against the building : Spanish Harlem : it was night dark there were shots of tequila rumors of the place being shut down : literally a dude serving liquor from his kitchen window into a shed : there were lights of all colors and I think I threw up on the Brooklyn Bridge :::
Did I sleep on the floor of the bathroom : did the night open and close : I am pretty sure I worked the next day : pretty sure I wanted in your bed : you had built yourself a loft it was warm looking and the lights on the ceiling were endlessly nebula-ing :::
Recalling the moment I stepped into the sun : how noisy New York could stop being sometimes : the street was blank with 7 AM light : the trash of the night before across the fronts of us : how did we get from lean-to to lean-to :::
At least I woke up alone : the clothes on my body : the keys to my things in my pocket wallet moneyed and unmoneyed : how longing of me to think that getting drunk above 120th would somehow make you love me :::
Memories stack like beads on a necklace : my mother had one that I would slide beads back and forth across and imagine I was counting myself into something : out of : think about the strings coming off of things marionetting every single one of us :::
What are you up to today : images flash across divides we live in such perilous times : how can we forget these things when Facebook reminds us every few months : here's a picture of your failures and of your wins : eat them :::
There was a lean-to against the building : Spanish Harlem : it was night dark there were shots of tequila rumors of the place being shut down : literally a dude serving liquor from his kitchen window into a shed : there were lights of all colors and I think I threw up on the Brooklyn Bridge :::
Did I sleep on the floor of the bathroom : did the night open and close : I am pretty sure I worked the next day : pretty sure I wanted in your bed : you had built yourself a loft it was warm looking and the lights on the ceiling were endlessly nebula-ing :::
Recalling the moment I stepped into the sun : how noisy New York could stop being sometimes : the street was blank with 7 AM light : the trash of the night before across the fronts of us : how did we get from lean-to to lean-to :::
At least I woke up alone : the clothes on my body : the keys to my things in my pocket wallet moneyed and unmoneyed : how longing of me to think that getting drunk above 120th would somehow make you love me :::
Memories stack like beads on a necklace : my mother had one that I would slide beads back and forth across and imagine I was counting myself into something : out of : think about the strings coming off of things marionetting every single one of us :::
What are you up to today : images flash across divides we live in such perilous times : how can we forget these things when Facebook reminds us every few months : here's a picture of your failures and of your wins : eat them :::
10 May 2016
Poem-A-Day #71 : Drunk Poem
Drunk Poem
The dog is slobbering again - and the night is cold
it's May why is the night cold
I am an adult I feel like I'm 16 - I have never felt older
I recount the story of going to the concert
of the mosh pit and the elbows and how I retreated to the balcony
And there are nods - someone says 'but your hair is purple'
and there are more nods
And I remember the article about purple-haired poets
ow they were an example of the pseudo-liberal
not really woke white person - and - I - am unsure -
And the cat drags the baby bunny into the living room
and does not devour it
It fucks with the thing - until it is saved or dead
either way the night will repeat - because martinis
The dog is slobbering again - and the night is coldit's May why is the night cold
I am an adult I feel like I'm 16 - I have never felt older
I recount the story of going to the concert
of the mosh pit and the elbows and how I retreated to the balcony
And there are nods - someone says 'but your hair is purple'
and there are more nods
And I remember the article about purple-haired poets
ow they were an example of the pseudo-liberal
not really woke white person - and - I - am unsure -
And the cat drags the baby bunny into the living room
and does not devour it
It fucks with the thing - until it is saved or dead
either way the night will repeat - because martinis
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