Bottle Poems 2014
V
dipping cigarettes in syrupy
over the counter pharmaceuticals
never quite achieves
the desired effect
but does distract from life or death
or whatever mongrel hysteria
one might experience
in the moments before
committing the
act
VI
here i am
picking at a four stitch wound.
the pain bothers me less
than the craftsmanship.
both are minimal.
somewhere, far away,
portland glistens in the night.
nikki, megan,
molly
cling to other men.
VII
I spent my youth
reading too much bukowski,
idolizing too much woman
limping through forests and
crouching on sidewalks
and squinting, squinting
all the time.
but how does one fill himself
if not with drink
and love
and drug ambition?
how does one bide his time
and conceal his madness
from the whole mad flock?
Stopping?!?! how does a man bring himself to stop
what he has once begun?
is nothing sacred?
is wichita pedophile
and arizona golden only in dreams?
will alaska cease its mighty roar?
will i lay down on my death drunk bed
and courage slowly fade?
V
dipping cigarettes in syrupy
over the counter pharmaceuticals
never quite achieves
the desired effect
but does distract from life or death
or whatever mongrel hysteria
one might experience
in the moments before
committing the
act
VI
here i am
picking at a four stitch wound.
the pain bothers me less
than the craftsmanship.
both are minimal.
somewhere, far away,
portland glistens in the night.
nikki, megan,
molly
cling to other men.
VII
I spent my youth
reading too much bukowski,
idolizing too much woman
limping through forests and
crouching on sidewalks
and squinting, squinting
all the time.
but how does one fill himself
if not with drink
and love
and drug ambition?
how does one bide his time
and conceal his madness
from the whole mad flock?
Stopping?!?! how does a man bring himself to stop
what he has once begun?
is nothing sacred?
is wichita pedophile
and arizona golden only in dreams?
will alaska cease its mighty roar?
will i lay down on my death drunk bed
and courage slowly fade?
