the drinking alone and the poem

A concept in my brain said hello.

She stood there, and said hello. She said,

my name. She remembered it from a coffee long ago in a green coffee house.

The next morning she stood in the fridge half naked

chewing on a bread and ready to make bacon.

I’ve forgotten her name again. Shocked!

Beer for breakfast and martini’s for lunch. Oh yeah Jen.

Free beer are a lot these days and she might get fired. Too tired.

Love is a scientific method applied to emotions. If it can’t be repeated on the same person

it is not real. The hypothesis is does she feel for me? test, rest.

The stench of ‘skey every day of woman, the book.

sit at her bar, one more; sit at her bar one more. Closing time.

it is not a pretty dignified thing to be a drunk, it is choice of death.

I said to her “you profit from people’s misery”

yes I do, I heal them for a bit. I am not a doctor.

Everyone has pain it is essential for survival.

What rhymes with survival? revival?

BaCON and Jen for breakfast and she read chuck’s books.

I metaphor is useless like a semicolon;

we walked 15 blocks today to get cheap two ells of 9% beer.

We zig and zagged, her wearing a pretty dress and 1500meter legs, into alley for shots.

Straight from the bottle. We don’t smoke, not good for you.

This will last until 10pm when government puts money into my account.

whiskey and vodka and beers for grocery cart to last the month with Jen. She slept.

The food was high in thiamine so I don’t forget and confabulate, bullshit.

he scary thing was her having the shakes after a good sleep and there is no drink.

Tonight I won the slots, a cool 700$ and we eat in the corner as I type the poetry of the future.

The thesis is done; tada the drunk has a thesis done. yes the drunken indian has two degrees,

I’s blame it on bad parenting and abuse and abandonment.

I am done drinking long ago and I miss it because today I don’t really need to drink

I think.

yogourt and excess body fat, fotty bat. her sex body is gone west now teaching kids the value of something.

two people, two degrees, she would sit there not crying and drink. Not for pain hiding but for drinking.

She liked the feeling as her brain created some existence better than her self.

All my books are about drinking; books are about drinking like most movies are, smoking and drinking.

So the actors pretend to be drunks methodically. Nobody understands me.

Of course not, you not intelligent person that can understand that.

Jen: let’s get beer. I am to awake to morning to drink whiskey. I need beer its 930am, where’s yer bank card.

I go through that guys yard. You see card rhymes with yard. I’m such a good poet.

The poet that understand quantum mechanics does not need a book

physics for poets. Physics for dummies. Poets are that smart.

they have feelings and this is usually a wrong thing. Being wrong is wrong.

Right means the universe and how it works. Not philosophy but the meat and bones.

The metaphor of meat in the head is what we is. we the illusion of a drunk trying to

be not himself. Imagining he himself not in his brain. Her brane.

rhymes with train.

reason A=B, B=C therefore A=C. reason?

I ate a bread as she slept I could feel her staring. I said , stop staring.

I really hate writing poetry it is very simple. like popping a condom.

That’s not a rhyme you say. condemned. there.

I smoked outside the bar with others, I coughed and they laughed.

I sat motionless with one arm turning pages and pages and raising the pint.
Wash, Jen, 930am go for a walk and sit all the day until pee and read. Jen is small. 87 pounds

with only rounds.

Then thats enough life is tough and we need money to buy things. I get sick when I buy things.

very sick. I mean physically I get ill. I stop buying things I don’t get sick.

The reaction I get when I stand at the grocery store or at the seven is painful and my gut

hurts. I tried the cures. I got this when beaten as a kid a form of child abuse remembered.

Yogourt.

oh yeah the flowers are pretty and such and such. lovely sky too. I forgot to notice

what rhymes with notice? orange?

They have laureates for this? I suppose laureates for stupid is not as nice.

good day, this is stupid.