Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Dirty Mortgages Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Tuesday 10/21/2008 12:11:00 AM

Dirty child. Sticky gear shift protruding from your groin. Dirty child. In the wallows of old men. Swimming. Holding your breath.

Always swimming. Underwater.

Fast enough no doubt. Nipples like sour balls. The sugar shell breaks. In random convulsions of touch. People. All jellyfish. Drying up in the sand. The world that spit them out goes on.

People. Whales. Suffocating. Under the weight of their own mass. Dirty children playing in the sand. Where all the graves are. No one sees god. He doesn't talk to anyone. Because we never listen.

It's all want. Greasy brakes that always fail us. When all I want is find the atom. Make it accountable. For why we are here.

They name the stars to fool us. Into thinking we know. Anything about the world around us. They promise we'll never grow old. But we still do.

We clutch that dirty gear shift. And hope. Her panties don't know our name.

It's best if we don't know why we hate each other.

The world comes to us in whimpers. Leaves us in fists. The punches are fine. It's the slaps I resent.

We spend so much to conform to the dream. And then it wakes us up.

2 comments:
RuKsaK said...

One lexical thrill I had was finding out mortgage is derived from the Latin for 'death grip'. Now I want to know the Latin for sour ball nipples, groin protusion, resented slaps and fine punches.

I thought this was your best post in a while. You beat words into submission, transform adjectives into verbs, and god, you make them dance for their dinner.

alcholic poet said...

death grip. that's priceless.

i'm not too much into the latin. but i believe election is derived from the latin for sour ball nipples. and government from the same for groin protusion.

thanx for stopping by. glad you're back.




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