Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Delicious wicked
vial of vile.
I drink you long and
Rasputinly swallow.
Acceptance is like whiskey,
fermented in resistance,
down the gullet it goes,
with a warm heave and
a mighty ho ho ho.

Stumbling is easy
anymore,
but the nights are
sordid torture,
like getting naked
in a blindfold,
my arms grasp
at dirty walls for direction,
and I am loathe,
to mistress this,
imaginary unseen
obscene.

I'll take another shot
then cosmos,
a double even.
Maybe tonight this bellycrawl
will end,
i'll shed the
snakeskin,
once and for all.
All I need from you now,
is not to be nice to me.
I fear that would break me into bits.

...how we cover our vulnerabilities...

hester...it all sounds very brave until the end and a few glimpses of the real you inbetween. sometimes it feels like i'm hosting an alien thing inside me...it can't be me because i'm never rude, except i am sometimes...

excellent work hester. very tight.

Thank you both....
I read this and think..."I'm a wreck."
But really, I'm not.
It's just a phase.
"only a dark cocoon until I get my gor or or or or geous wings and fly away,.........only a phase....these dark................ cafe days......"
Okay, so who said that??????

H

you did!

Wonderfully inspired.

hester...best way to span turmoil, is to talk about it....this is a solid,
creative confessional rife with twisting, turning, raw emotion...
Excellent stuff.......steve

busting out.
breakin' thru..

searching for the seventh solitude

it is a book actually
I can't find it in the chaos here.
I can't even remember if I read it
I am pretty sure I did
like vast portions of my brain are vacating
I suppose that is a good thing

metaphysical homelessness, or at least the seventh solitude. A very famous bit from Nietzsche the seventh solitude.
TK could probably tell you all about it in German.

It comes to mind after reading your poem, if I ever find the book I will probably remember why.




I have made about three attempts to reply to your poem
maybe I won't delete these.