| Drunk Author: |
drunken_editor |
| Description: |
Now 6/13/03 |
| When: |
3/17/2005 8:55:20 AM |
| Why: |
I was drunk and I am a poet |
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| Now 6/13/03 |
Hear and NOW,
Okay, years have passed.
time has crusted over upon its own memory.
and hear I sit, in present, years after these first BDBP poems,
trying to think of the location of all the the missing napkins.
why are they missing?
was it purposefully I placed them in peremptorily inaccessible places?
well, this drunken poem is the first written right to screen,
to not be lost. to not be edited.
much to come.
I am facing forces that threaten the future of this site.
these forces are from w/in me and more so from family.
Us bad drunken bar poets balance,
atop the threat of falling into addiction.
The original BDBP wants life, family.
I want what I've had,
I also want what the pleasure I've had might take away or prevent.
I'm thinking and hurting. This BDBP,
he's hurting while working.
He's also wondering,
it is loneliness that keeps my words afloat
and its this lonely ness that kills,
I need loneliness to write,
I need a woman to live.
hard questions these days,
hard days,
painful,
scary.
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| Author, drunken_editor |
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