Pinot fucking noir. And a half gallon of bong water. And winter break in general. Great conversations and even better connections have been made within these sparse three weeks of freedom. Gives me the courage to plow forward with excellent resolve. So many improvments to make, and so make time, so much time it yawns before me like a great jaw, threaten to swallow my optimism. To i relent? Absolutely not, for this is a test, a trial by fire, if you will. Fuck proper grammar, for one. I dont know which dead philosophers will stand by me on this assertion, but I stand up proudly with a javelin clutched firmly in my right indefatigable fist. I am the defiance and the resistance, and my enemy is the future. Goddamn it feels good to have a good roaring drunk all present and among me. I think i shall write a poem:
- Oh American Spirit,
- given to me by such fond a friend
- I hope you are serving him as well as you are serving me
- Because nothing quite rings like truth
- Than four a.m. drunk clapping away at the noiseless typeboard
- Waiting for intoxication to finally send me to bed
- The punk rock lifestyle always befet me in my younger days
- Now that the fashion is past gone, and the music too,
- only the lifestyle; and the general concept that began it all.
- Remains to sing and swing a few phone calls.
- Think i’ll post a few photos of my bruised jaw & chin
- just to rouse support for my aggressive notions towards respected kin
- because goddamn my kid brother has a righteous right hook
- And a left one to match,
- all while i waste away at my laptop screen
- fighting old forms of the old regime
- Women elude me and that’s okay because a new day is a brighter day
- and i’ve got a new show to put on in this amalgamated kind of way
- Drunk, always
- Your Love,
- Sincerally desperate and willing to seek out a proper respite
- inside a gaze willing to comfort and charm
- because A needy motherfucker am I,
- and the dicitionary refuses to recognize my hungry language.
- English won’t suffice;
- I just wanna to cut mikes in multiple territories of
- North and South provinces, and everything in between
- from chapels to mortuaries.
- “Makes no sense at all, makes no sense at alllll”;
- and that’s not even the lyric i meant to quote.
- But i’ll admit nothing before i admit i’m just a showboat
- trying to charm the docks and creeks i meander
- tryin’ to find the boundary that completes this per(a)imeter.
- Has this verse gone on too long?
- The blurry vision tells me no.
- I’ll tell you truth;
- I always think of Bukowski when i commit these roaring proofs,
- to disguise my life in glory that defined my father in his youth.
- When i decide to let the pinot undertake me in a bed of cold sleep absolute,
- is when i’ll complete this poem and preform the rituals
- erstwhiley aloof.
- “Don’t believe in yourself, don’t deceive with belief,
- know ledge comes with catch-release,
- ahhh-ahhhhh ahhh ahhh, ahhh-ahhh ahhhh aHHHhhhhHHH.”
- That was the line i meant to quote,
- from the same artist as before and you’ll
- catch my drift if you drift to the underbelly of my sidewalk-sidled sunsought streets.
- Illeteriation always suited me because it repeated things i tried to piece
- together, and if forever is a long walk then
- i’m the one who purposely strays off the path of the great beyond
- Eternity has always been this continuous Earth falling before me.
- Had enough yet?
- Me neither.
- Still a whole pinot noir to polish off in the dusk of dawn.
- Twilight—as it is callled by the poetics—is the great artistic mecca of
- the 19th century; how i wish i could have lived as ya’ll did.
- Because you motherfuckers invented the classical concept of romance,
- and the bravery it implies.
- The times, the tortures, and those goddamn fireflies.
- Alexis, Roxanne, Isabella.
- Circuses, sassafras, and salmonella.
- Disguises and illusions, mazes of mind and personality
- I will likely never get a chance to solve.
- So is the wall that i seek to climb
- So is the fortune i wish to divine,
- this has gone all cliche and susceptible to easy rhyme
- I’ll quit while i’m ahead and enjoy
- the Rouses water and the Red wine.
That’s all i’ve got for tonight ladies and gentlemen. Full credit goes to this wonderful Cloudline™ Pinot Noir (2008)[is that how you cite wine?] and the wonderful people at Morning Glory Enterprises.
Have a wonderful night.
