Thread: drunk kid after day

woke up in bed
smelled like popcorn
still in my clothes
hands in pain
puke on the porch
memories of nothing
prolly need to apologize
to lots of people
hands really in pain
trying to keep it together
at work
i'm still drunk
conversations are painful
they've got to know
client meeting coming
thumb is blue
pinky is black
i miss my bed

Sounds like a good night.
Do you still have nipples??

up too late
god damn
west coast time zone
can't turn down free beer
when offered from girl
even if shes a slutty ho
spreadsheets hurt eyes
brian is a rasin
keep hitting the listerine
teeth are now green
ninteen trips to the water cooler
pee is still flourecent
its hard to believe
i'm getting paid right now.

Hey J,
You really looked like you were in rare form after the flick last night!You & Crinkle were going at it in the street.I was talking to some of the other guys & we looked around & you were gone.I said,"where did they go,I didn't even hear any police sirens!"

so thursday poems
replace the friday haiku?
rendered obsolete

the friday haiku
will never be obsolete
as long as I breathe

one more for today
i can't help but write haiku
and that is so sad:

basom loves free beer
and does not love slutty hos
but must break from slump

Originally Posted by mildbill.

basom loves free beer
and does not love slutty hos
but must break from slump

this guy right here
he plays by the rules
post no haikus
untill the time is right
now about the slump
dude, you should have seen her
even you would have had fear in your eye
if i feel like i am endangering my life
i stay away
slump or no slump

Originally Posted by basom

...
brian is a rasin
...
i'm getting paid right now.

Who's Brian and when did you turn into a man-whore?

Good luck, Meng. Gatorade helps.

Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.

Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.

To find a queen without a king,
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.

Originally Posted by basom

this guy right here
he plays by the rules
post no haikus
untill the time is right
now about the slump
dude, you should have seen her
even you would have had fear in your eye
if i feel like i am endangering my life
i stay away
slump or no slump

basom i agree
free form thursday it is
i'm not so good at this
when i can be more creative
boundaries are needed
for my poetry to not suck
now about the slump
that truly is scary
aggressive slump-breaker
i have always been
much to my
eternal chagrin

you guys are alright
you massholes make me laugh daily
and for that I am in your debt
Karl's zeppelin lyrics
a little out of place in
free form thread
aggressive slump busting
is tricky
and one should proceed with caution
however as they say
if you want to make an omelette
you must break some eggs
sometinmes dirty ho
is required
rough up the suspect

Woke up this morning with the elves trying to bust out of my skull. Love the Mountain Sun beer, but it shouldn't be consumed in large quantities. As they say, It's better to be hungover for a day of work than it is to be hungover for a day of play.

junkie
did you get
the memo
this is free form
poetry day
mmm hmm

i am meeting the money man
at one oclock
i'll show him free form
its going to cost you
too much money
if he can set me up with his hottie trust fund daughter
maybe i can work with him
only if i get access to the porsche
OH YEAH!

meatdrink likes his drink
will the baby affect his life?
methinks yes

have tons of work
i'm supposed to do
can't think straight
contemplating crying
not really
would love to sleep
today is shot
i'll be a better human
tomorrow

edit to fit style of thread:

recent conversations with the girlfriend,
swim thru my mind
"maybe you should reevaluate your relationship with Alcohol"
is said yet again
too many mornings like the meatdrinks
have led to nagging around the condo
Happy mediums are sought

maggots are seen from balcony
head downstairs to say hello
cocktails are being consumed

meatdrink9 is having fun
yossarian, p-tex, crinkle are met
missed funken and others

no swag for me
sage signs posters for kids
movie starts late

soul pupose ok
expectations were high but not met
sage is the mang

tanner who?
johnny and french guy step up
need more pow

less cut-n-paste
jones rips incredible line
need more micah

expected more
tgr should lead not follow
will buy dvd

most everybody i know
who drinks
has been having
that conversation
i've had the same one
several times
with myself
changes needed

many times its been recommended
those recommendations: heeded
but reevaluations lead full circle
a beer bong is what i needed
for me booze is not social
but a means to an end
act super ridiculous
alienate a friend

Just hitting enter
After every few words,
Does not a poem make
(Except a really shitty one).

HA, ha!

many mags met
still dizzy I'm I
too much beer mixing
crashed bicycle going home
late night pizza consumed
can't turn head today
brused hip is also result

*dedicated shitty poem for D.R.

Morning after "I'll never drink again."
That sentiment is always forgotten
Usually by the next evening...

not poems
just fragmented words
to mirror my
fragmented brain
not drunk anymore
real pain setting in
thought i was going to puke
went to bathroom stall
survived that round
praying for death