Sober Drunk

SEAN GRAHAM

WORDS SMITH

 

THE SOBER DRUNK

By Sean Graham

Jan 6th 2014 (07:24am)

 

Credit crunch.

Punching my drunk sober

Honey moon long over

Layed out sofa

Mash tv meals.

Bored shiftless

No hours remain payless

Still.

I sustain to claimless.

New Deal got Old and too stressed.

Cuts to curve.

And my wounds bleed profusely.

Old - only - remedy

Is to repeat the strategy

More efficiently. Complient.

Doctor once said to his dead client.

This science to living

is acidic. Ain't nothing personal or person specific.

No magic holes to slip it to wonderland, though some take pipes.

Escape, escape the mine landscape.

Alternative mind-scape, mind state.

My state is neither in between nor at an end. Stand still fearing fate.

Looking for white lights to strike my glass house,

Only to bend in its prism.

Create me a rainbow

Before I throw my last stone.

And I will do the rest.

Abide this sober-drunk I have left.

 

 

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