#01.02.2015

you drank but weren’t drunk, you weren’t sober but somber. rhythm & rhyme are partners in crime, inebriated mind finds utmost delight with stars in your eyes, you drowned in a pool of wine. the body was sane but the brain was mad, transgressive aggression on a $100 fine, fine was the day, the man at the bar, lust is inconclusive, like unrequited love. alcohol’s committed errors, celestial & cerebral, lubricating society’s cirrhosis and vulgar desires. you weren’t drunk so you kept on drinking, you were somber so gave up sobriety.

my voice is fried on a skillet oiled w/ virgin olives like a southern italian summer speaking is my weapon to unload my thought ammunition my larynx is confident my mouth is the rectum that holds curses thinking aloud to allow justice

beauty is a blur with ambiguous edges eyes need vision aid to decipher environment natural & human familiar faces become flesh-colored figurines trees with shivering leaves become foreign displays beauty needs justice fairness in symmetry both cornea are equally elongated a failure to experience vitamins of the alphabet preserve my perceptions invisible glasses smother eyeballs physical ones ski off the nose blindness is no companion blue light I search in imminent darkness

generic drugs to cure my madness – today I peed blood into the urinal and almost ate my feces out of desperation miles of cold tiles blinded my eyes now in my sleep I see endless distance haunting my dreams

I converse in poetry & speak in verse my tongue is tied to the umbilical cord & my words are hanged before my mother’s own