1900
While sipping Bud/
in the pub,/
words are/
hitting you up,/
with the sound/
of a thud./
Of course,/
drunk lives matter./
So from Saturn,/
I spill moonshine/
on thought patterns./
I Kaeper-/
nick next to/
toilets,/
and heave/
Bourbon/
into the Streets–/
New Orleans./
Who knew/
you would/
find GOOD fortune/
as your head reels/
in orbit./
I’ll exorcise/
then,/
hurl a wind/
of words/
in a a world–/
that’ll make/
a girl’s head spin./
Depressants/
ooze/
from life lessons/
that then/
pool/
in your/
life’s presence./
But instead of/
leaving you in a/
drunken stupor,/
think of these/
written vehicles/
as Uber./
Excuse them…/
but quotes/
may offer/
to make you/
go off/
and/
doze off often./
I don’t mean/
to cause/
heavier eyelids,/
than an/
architect’s/
ideas./
Let me/
energize/
your mind with/
this Red Bull/
and these/
fly words/
I’m providin’;/
give you wings/
like you died/
doing God’s/
assignment./
Now, this may/
require skill./
But sit still,/
while I/
grip this quill,/
in a tranquil/
state,/
and make thoughts/
crash/
onto pads/
at will./
That visual/
alone—/
stimulates./
Drained–/
from life/
circumstances/
on the brain?/
Have a drank/
from what my/
spirit contains./
Strong drink/
leaks from my speech/
into your veins./
These neon lines/
light up your eye/
like neon signs
light up the sky/
Bars stay open/
24/7./
Anyone semi-/
looking for a/
reverend?/
Looking for booze/
and soul food,/
I got plenty/
for any/
one looking/
for heaven./
I got wine,/
vodka, henny;/
any adult/
beverage./
Rooms spin when/
I spit gin./
The pen/
drips gems./
It’s like/
sparkling champagne./
The excess,/
drips/
from my chin./
The words/
I burp/
impair you./
Sobriety/
tests capture/
the need to repeat/
alphabets backward;/
Walk on these/
sentences/
and fragments;/
lines formed/
in my mind,/
as I/
touch the tip/
of my nose./
I’m only 5’8;/
reaching for space/
on the tip/
of my toes./
I’m challenging/
mannequins/
to do a/
prosperous/
pose,/
from 2017/
until their/
eyes close./
Scotch I concoct/
on the rocks/
burns your/
esophagus/
not your soul./
It may be hard/
for some/
to swallow,/
who follow/
Satan’s/
hellacious road./
I take up/
my abode/
in these quotes./
God’s Word/
takes up/
His abode/
in my throat./
Ha! Have a blast./
But remember…/
the paragraph/
gets the last laugh./
You mock tales–/
biblical,/
so I gift/
cocktails/
in an/
envelope/
to go/
in your earlobe./
How lyrical?/
In intervals/
I build bars,/
inescapable./
Criminals/
hit the bottle/
hard,/
and/
end up scraping through/
the atmosphere./
I vomit/
comets/
in your/
conscience./
Mind if I/
practice here?/
My imagination’s/
pretty active here./
Out yonder,/
my mind wanders./
I write with/
lightning,/
and brainstorm/
with thunder./
If I had to/
rate myself,/
I’m in the/
90’s,/
like the summer./
I summon/
rum and Common,/
and bury/
the word ./
The lyrical Grand Wizard/
writes cold scriptures/
in blizzards./
Snow balled thoughts/
avalanche into stanzas,/
that make/
my lip quiver./
Liquor-/
like riddles/
slither/
from my spittle/
to your dome./
My poems/
are/
accessible/
from paper,/
or an app/
on your phone./
Hopefully,/
you won’t/
catch a DUI/
listening to them/
on your drive home./
Embedded/
in your ear/
like ear wax/
and ear pods./
I’m indebted/
to your spirit,/
as years pass,/
through weird jobs./
I house/
inmates/
with no end dates,/
that break out/
to your ear gates;/
every time/
the pen rakes/
paper./
Optimistically,/
I can impact ya(you)/
faster/
than I transcend/
to vapor./
Truth sits on/
barstools./
I hope it/
impacts your mood/
like booze./
A witness/
to Jehovah,/
but not a/
Jehovah’s/
witness./
Get sentenced/
to the venom/
I’m pennin’./
Before the/
beginning/
of sickness/
sets in,
capital/
punishment
I hope is/
bypassed/
before the Judge/
steps in./
All Rise!
You see/
what’s/
honorable/
in these lines./
