Oh I am Hurting
Last night was about poor choices
And acting on them
Oh How I Hurt
The evening started early at AlfA
And Ended late at Times
Oh How I Hurt
In a Drunken Blur
People hurled their drinks at the band
That played behind a chicken wire fence
In my drunken blur
I hurled my shirt
That Really Hurt
Joe saw my face
And my beers drench shirt and laughed
He knew my hurt
And drove me home
17 comments:
F'n fuck'n brilliant.
Oh how I know you hurt.
:)
Great Stuff
Hurl some more at us.
When last I saw dangerman, he was feeling no pain....
ha! i'm almost sorry now that i went home.
It's great to see you writing poetry dangerman. celebrating the houses of debauch! show your hurt. that times place is truly a place of drunken druggery. even if it's filled with good people. or maybe the saying you're all people is directed to those outside the place. sigh. in truth, lately my regrets for being involved with such places are surfacing. fatherhood has been my perfect escape. it's that damn music that keeps dragging me back!
Knacks I am at the point in my life you were when i met you. And i remeber hammered stories you could stoll in on a Monday with. Times are hign but no one leave sad and lonesome.
But we do a cry for more muck bucket and the giant rubber chicken
stop walking in my footsteps.
And Dangerman....to suggest that you are at the point in your life that I was is a little ridiculous. Don't let that be your scapegoat to getting wasted.
Do a comparison of us at the age you are now, and I think that you'll find there are more differences than similarities.
1.I didn't own an art gallery.
2.I was travelling around the globe as an international furniture designer(forgive my gloating)
3.My brother had just commited suicide.
Now, I guess there are similarities:
1.We both have beards
2.We draw
3.At your age I was all over the place in many ways.
Be your own man! Sieze the day!
Blah Blah Blah!
:)
Ouch,
Dude I have loved the sauce long before i knew any of you guys, and even had a comic strip published entitled "far beyond gone" next to Dzama stuff in the Manitobain.(I too can name drop)
Really I was just saying that I member you going to the times when i met you and you were 27 and you loved. I don't remember you having a beard.
I don't remember him being this bitchy either.
Respire mon ami, respire!
opinion deleted.....
ahhh, what did I miss?
watch it c-dog or I'll so you what real bithiness can be. I was just playing with little dangerman, don't make me hit you over the head with the club of neediness.
I'm currently breathing, deep long breaths of the fresh prairie air. I know that you wish that you could be doing the same. soon. very soon I suspect.
some times words can hurt
but on the internet yor have to treat it like a papercut or a pin prick, there is an instant shock but it quickly fades away
besides its football season I can appreciate a little smack talk from anyone of you fuckers
ps i was the one to erase my comment b/c i published it twice
no harm intended mr.dangerman. your words cut a little, holding up the ugly mirror to my broken toothed smile.
I suppose I have grown penitent.
With seeping and dripping...the opening was great...Times was too...
The next day at work was deeply unfunny.
Hurting.
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