Caustic Familiarity

Let’s assume im coming down…coming down. The amber glow of the virgining day invading my space. my sanctuary. the light segmented by the half-drawn curtains spill across your half-drawn body. and it’s dark. Indigo. The night is over. Rest my head upon which i rest my hand and i sink into the fibers of your carpet floor. I am ill, weak, tired yet unable to sleep. The trace smell of whiskey coming from my breath–no….from the bottle inches away; a monolithe of depravity from the vantage of my eyes, perpendicular to the floor. and i just lay there and lay there and lay and there and there lay watching as i sit up. Warmth texture and weightlessness and im back….Back wall creme white, textured with variations of purposeful imperfections. A picture crudely mounted of mountains surrounded by a gold frame mounted on the back creme wall. I stare and look to the farthest mounted…thesmallest mountain. Is that the furthest point of creativity for the artist. Rather, was the perameters of the rendering the extent of the artistic vision? Or was this a glimpse into an entire universe.

Dead Poet

I found myself, yet again, bargaining with the god Dionysus to give me relief from another hangover. It was mid heave, clutching the porcelain receptacle that I became aware of my mortality. I considered the state of my liver. My present occupation dismissed any former notion of, “There are REAL alcoholics who will live to see tomorrow.” Then again i gauge true alcoholism on the most deprave act of jackassery accomplished with the aid of this elixir. I drank to write. Truest honesty. Further, I only become hungover when i drink and write. I write alone. I considered quitting….     how can you be a happy writer. doesn't exist

KD

This girl sleeps
Intoxicated by last night's dream
She chases something she can't conceptualize
A stalwart woman, but she has a soft side
invisible to the undiscerning eye
A gorgeous sadness one dares to rectify
An act of agression
for her protection
Reclusive traits secured in a spider bite
But she's breathtaking in the wild
treating each derision with an unabashed smile
She's beautiful distruction
contained by none
not even her own