Inebriated in Jail Cells

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/

tails/

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./