Bad Poetry Theater

"Abstinence is not sobriety."

want the addled iteration
the simple razor action
of one more beer:
to let fake sobriety alone
to set addiction back upright

--but of course--
addiction could be drink,
could be drugs,
could be the unchecked shame
of checking msgs. again and again,
it's all the samesize stomp
to prone irish bugs

--and yet--
as long as the
addiction is the promise of time
lost
time
lost in the moment of getting lost.
And lost, stringing everything along--
the pokergameboxscores
/sexypornopictures/24/blockbusternights
deathwishes/love'slore etc...
over all those smooth saint walter mitty beads
fingers run amok,
strung up or strung out
(-hee hee--
DON’T GIVE A FUCK!)
the way polanski runs 'round with his little thieves
seizing on every balletic dodge with voracious
framing fingers

--just so--
pretend to invent your name
that point in the cosmos of "you" and "me"
(but there's no "you" in that old saw cruelty)
nothing crude
nothing bonedusty
--in fact--
the teeth may break off against
tender honest skin.

--in that case--
put the broken pieces in your pocket
and use them like new words
to curse the world with--addiction in solution, a cure.

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pls. feel free to post poetry on this blog, but only if you can honestly, in your truest of hearts, say to yourself: "This is bad, or probably bad (i.e., I wish someone of considerable taste and influence would tell me it isn't), but in the end, at the end of the day, when all is said and done (or when any such cliches become exhausted) I don't give a fuck, I want to post it."