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Random Ramblins #13
3:33AM
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days
practicing the art of self loathin & hate
Socks & bottoms so funky,
they begin to crawl to washin machine
to plunge into the uncertain depths of bubbly waters,
Alright little guys,
I wish you guys the best of luck in there…
May Crom receive you at your journeys end…
First things first, I grab myself a beer…
& put the Doors on…
Alright stink
you win, I’ll shower,
But won’t leave the house
why bother… its too peoplely outside
I can have anything I need delivered
for outrageous convenience fee of course
but such is the modern day price
for extreme anti-social behaviors
…but I prefer to call meself a temperamental artist…
For tomorrow has lost its flavor
amongst the midnight howls
gonna just live in the day
```~~~… …~~~```
Ah, right on man,,, Amazon delivered,
Eric Burdon album,.. an Johnny Lee Hooker…
I open it,, close mine eyes and smell
~Ooo – mamma… Ooo - mamma… ooo - mamma ~
love it, dig the smell of newly opened vinyl records
nothin like the old ways
Keep forgettin how I love that
Ah, groceries here too
Steak & bourbon… cheese cake…
Takin a quick glance out o’ the window…
Ah, HAHAHAHAHA…
The neighbor kid fell off his bike… I’m dyin…
What a great day
gonna be a beautiful night
```~~~… … …~~~```
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days
practicing the art of self loathin & hate
Socks & bottoms so funky,
they begin to crawl to washin machine
to plunge into the uncertain depths of bubbly waters,
Alright little guys,
I wish you guys the best of luck in there…
May Crom receive you at your journeys end…
First things first, I grab myself a beer…
& put the Doors on…
Alright stink
you win, I’ll shower,
But won’t leave the house
why bother… its too peoplely outside
I can have anything I need delivered
for outrageous convenience fee of course
but such is the modern day price
for extreme anti-social behaviors
…but I prefer to call meself a temperamental artist…
For tomorrow has lost its flavor
amongst the midnight howls
gonna just live in the day
```~~~… …~~~```
Ah, right on man,,, Amazon delivered,
Eric Burdon album,.. an Johnny Lee Hooker…
I open it,, close mine eyes and smell
~Ooo – mamma… Ooo - mamma… ooo - mamma ~
love it, dig the smell of newly opened vinyl records
nothin like the old ways
Keep forgettin how I love that
Ah, groceries here too
Steak & bourbon… cheese cake…
Takin a quick glance out o’ the window…
Ah, HAHAHAHAHA…
The neighbor kid fell off his bike… I’m dyin…
What a great day
gonna be a beautiful night
```~~~… … …~~~```
Published 13th Apr 2024
Author's Note
Just a few pieces that midnight ramblins concieved... put them together to tell stpry of 3 days i me life... linked together...
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13th Apr 2024 00:11am
Eric Burden, Doors, classic stuff. Your poem shines in a dark, disturbing way. Very detailed with your breakdown of each night. Great flow my friend.
Take it easy. Keith
Take it easy. Keith
