A liquor sweet secret,
The room as empty as the bottle,
Our throats so full of warmth,
Breath in the fumes of aristotle.
Cleansing with that cleansing fire,
The one so well documented,
Within feminine fiction's flow,
That then build like bile excreted.
Ah forgive me my conscious stream,
Distractions lead me into temptation,
Of which the teeth of "JAWS,"
Have no immediate comparison.
Several games later, lying entwined,
Amidst the sea's, that I need not explain,
Breathless, alcohol or exhaustion related?
I do not think that I have any info retained.
First to sleep so peacefully? or last?
I guess we'll never know,
Wake with a mouth full of clouds,
Next to each other finding this placebo.

A note before I add this next one, this was concieved  when not on caffiene so if it is not up to standard with the rest of my stuff that is why here it is something completely different:





Cleansing waves upon the paving,
As the cars that swim past cause drifts,
Waiting here, sat amongst my cravings,
The dreams an memories begain the dull changing of shifts.

This Pounding, mingling with my itch,
Wanting to start the intolerable need to scratch,
I Think I am cracking like the pitch,
Straining my every step, Those chasing breaths catch.

Yawn's reaching deep, sloping very steep,
The rain's held back, Not yet,
Please not just yet, needing yet not wanting,
Prolonging my painfully serene yet emotional debt.

Thinking its only tiredness' illusions, that feeling sunk,
Deeper into the seat, Watched by those few....punks,
Lets the fear flood the open gates, love rushes in,
spreading and implanting, The Flushing.

The beat increases,
The word count stays the same,
The liquor decreases,
My breath decides to run away.

My brain runs with my breath,
My heart tries to think,
This freedom leaves me bereft,
Cheap vodka stinks.

They begin to swirl,
Like ghosts in the mist,
Coughing as I twirl,
The last thought is "Oh shit."


Awake, rise and shine,
There is too much white, heaven?
Whats that smell? urine?
Hospital, I sink loewer than my brethren.

My mind screams out for more,
And The lungs can't take it,
They run through the corridors,
Screaming I'm not gonna make it.

Everyone else quit, so long ago,
Why am I still here avoiding sleep,
Wasting time drinking slow,
Washing down the tears wishing deep.