They made me do it (alcohol)

Pigeon out on panadol
Aspirin fizz , co codamol
Last night I really showed em all,
They way to down the alcohol
But never again
The morning cries
Never again the liver lies
And tells you its alright
And you flush the 2 for one toxins
And dress the pale sheltered skin
Fur foxing
And the music still battering
On cochlea ears screaming din
Of lager louts shouting
Over one another
Last night
Oh mother
What an echo
What a sick bucket
Never again fuck it attitude today
What a struggle not to knock
The annoying idiots in the way
Of your mainstay workplace
Your screwed up aversive face
You cant face anyone
9.46 am
And they will never emphasise
The sure fire ones to criticise
Or wallow in the fact they tried
Hard and won the test not to drink
And not to ride the crest of happy hour
The boring shower can’t stage dive anyway
They are not pop stars but in imagination
I am
I am the romantic piss head
I am self deluding and grandiose
And overdose on the thrill of attention
Never mention
Frantic on the throws of bi polar
Woes of lows that emulate the barb and rose
The, the, two faced mood that never goes away
lll prick you with it!
Then you’ll see
a reason
You were going to avoid me anyway
And I thank the second chance,
Detest the fact I dropped the fruiting plants,
Of hate
On your head,
A swinging gibbet,
sinking frigate,
I was going to attack you.
Yet you only wanted to help
God I’m guilty.
But only in my mind
You would never know
Nor never find
Nor never pierce or prod the teeth that grind
Together, the pearly white steel gate
That covers the caving mouth
Spittle when it all kicks off
Alcohol , the gloves are off again!
Don’t touch me
Don’t look at me
Don’t even make one second contact
Eyes won’t lock
Knuckle white a curled finger Glock
Of a stance

What the hell did I do last night?
And the seats they sit
Social misfit seam you dance
Will not only attract
alcohol sycophants
But the me’s and the you’s
The god knows what to do’s of the world
Innocently hurled themselves by fucked up parents
100% when they cement
Your future in the bottle
Self esteem throttle is full
Its an alphabet in there
on hair the bullies pulled
Yet learn to blank it out we all do
The hurting words and twisting shouts
Of razor tongues and knives
Of thoughts seriously contrived in cloakroom
Assaults
Or social defaults of night-club and bar
Of chat-room anonymous gone too far

Its all my fault

They made me do it

Alcohol.

Darren's (thomas) recent poem 'island' reminded me of the solitary part in this poem, I have since made an audio sample of the whole piece.

http://www.easyvend.net/poetry-mp3/alcohol.mp3

Hi Sophie

if i write junk, then throw it back at me! regarding my bad poems :-)

errr, ok

hmmm I sometimes go over poems and re write them, the main thing I do is hacking huge chunks out. I hate doing it but usually the poem flows just as well. Sometimes they go straight down and need nothing (the last example of that , where I feel it was straight down was a poem about a cuckoo clock I wrote)

I do write a lot that is true, but its the old quality / quantity argument, plus don't forget a lot of my stuff is VERY SIMILAR and that is a downside

I must break out of this loop.

the alcohol poem to which you refer is re worked using a new technique, I record using a microphone whilst reading the poem and I find I automatically correct my poems. it works.

I have re worked more than I have left alone though, once they flow smooth and are compact, its done (unless I find I made factual errors! )

as in my CLASSIC dumbo error with my 'Fake Chicken' poem

'they have created feathered frankensteins', 'the colnel is selling frankensteins, like edible Calvin Kleins he churns them out'

As we know frankenstein was not the monster, oops!