Tag: alcohol

#PoeticAnswers 88 – You Coming To The Pub?

I’ll pop out for just a drink,
I won’t stay out too long,
If we hit up the karaoke bar
I’ll stay for just a song.

I’ll stay out for just another,
I enjoy the company
And the liquor and the ambience-
Hold on, I need to pee

I’m down to my last twenty pound,
I think that that’s my lot.
The manager’s buying the next round?
Barkeep, what whisky have you got?

Oh god, who bought the tequila?
Why am I drinking gin?
Why are there no Jaegerbombs?
Is the room starting to spin?

I think I’ve lost my wallet,
And I’ve missed the midnight train.
I’ll see you in the office on Monday.
Next Friday, same again?

Question from a work colleague. I went to the pub. I didn’t drink. It was a good evening.

#PoeticAnswers 81 – Did You Get Any Sleep Last Night?

There were flashes of darkness
In between the whirring of electric lights
And the hunger pangs of newborns,
In between the screams of neon sirens
And the late and live music of whisky and wine,
In between the negotiations of mice and owls
And the hard labour in the room next door.
Which might not amount to much,
But even a little of a good thing
Is better than nothing, right?

#PoeticAnswers 57 – Why Am I Sticky?

It could be all matter of obscenities
And extremities
Which could be the source
Of my stickiness.

It could be the beer,
Sweet and sticky
And definitely
The wrong choice for this party.

It could be their breath,
So close it leaves condensation on your eardrums
And so heavy it drowns out the techno.

It could be the sweat,
Dripping, glistening and refracting
Looking like a perverse fancy dress
Where everyone wears glass.

Realistically,
It’s all of the above but
It’s mostly semen.

Question from my favourite li’l pervert, Arzoo.

#PoeticAnswers 37 – When Love Is Gone, Where Does It Go?

We thought it was a mutual agreement
When we were taking our hearts back.

Words fell like knives,
Sharp, precise, and exact,
Cutting the weights away from our souls.
Why waste our time letting love go to waste?

Your tears turned your eyes
Into stained-glass windows,
Tinted, tainted and crystalline
Never letting us see each other.
Or the truth.

I never broke your heart,
It was always kept safe,
Cushioned with silk and cottonbuds
And locked away in a box.
I was too afraid to break it,
So I never looked at it.

When you gave back my heart,
It was used and half empty.
Cracked and fractured,
Love leaking like
Tears too scared to fall.
Too afraid to be lost forever.

You always said
You could get drunk from me.
And though that may have been the case,
You didn’t like the taste.
I was the worst thing for you.

But you were my addict
And I didn’t want to be alone.
So we saw the world through rose-tinted glasses
Not knowing love and codependency
Were the same colour.

We never poured ourselves out to one another,
Maybe if we had, things would have been better.
Experience and taste each other,
Getting a flavour of sweet reality and real emotion,
Taking the time to find out what love is supposed to be.

Or maybe it would only make things worse.
Trapped in a vicious circle of reliance,
Wasting each other, taking us for granted.
Drinking to make ourselves feel better
Until we were both empty.

Until we were two glass hearts,
Afraid to beat because
Trying to love each other
Would only make us break.

When love is gone, it goes to waste.
But love wasn’t there.
We just wasted away instead.

Question from Katja P. from Facebook, and Arcade Fire.