THE DRUNKENING
The drunkening is underway
and I’ll say it wasn’t my fault
but I know it was
fully an occurrence
of my own choosing
I’ll heartily swallow
the rotgut whiskey
and without memory
stumble back
to the train station
avoiding law enforcement
on auto pilot
I’ll catch the right train;
sip an extra large coffee;
get off at the right stop
be awakened early morning;
head butts from anxious mutt
wanting to shit
before a rising sun
I’ll say it wasn’t my fault
but I know I’m full of shit
the world knows it
I know it
Even the dog defecating freely
on a foggy morning
before a rising sun knows it
Apparently, I didn’t fool
a single fucking soul.
OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD OF A BUKOWSKI WANNABE
Having a chat
with someone about getting old
I hear him declaring
“I don’t like hangovers anymore.”
And the thought triggered,
“Did you ever really like them?”
It just seemed like
such an odd comment to me
I simply have to ask
so I query,
:Did you ever really like them
at any point in time?”
and I watched him
and listened to him
stumbling over his own words
hopefully coming to realize
the absurdity of his statement
I just laugh it off
The bartender persuades me
to get a full liter pour
for last call
I guess, like it or not,
it’s going to happen
from time to time
just an occupational hazard
of a Bukowski wannabe
PANIC YUPPIE BITCH
Such a bloody cliché
selfie in a graffiti adorned bathroom
I take it anyway
feeling smug
feeling as though
I earned some falsified credentials
look at me:
bearded with Quagmire hoodie
snapping a photo
in the bathroom mirror
ever so cool
I cling to my delusions
feeling certain
I’m so much better
than the panic yuppie bitch
alluded to on the mirror
EVEN WHORES HAVE FEELINGS
Hey, even whores
have feelings
and I won’t just
kiss and tell
so you can get your kicks
don’t worry so much
about my adventures
if I can be
straightforward
might I suggest
you try living
a little of your own life
mine is dull enough
yours must be worse
if you’re worried about me
I mean it’s not
exactly something
that requires details
I’m not entirely sure
why you’d even ask
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