A PÕEM A DAY
THIRSTY
I’m always thirsty for whisky,
Like a vampire thirsts for blood,
But drinkin’, for me, is risky,
A wee drop turns into a flood
And I fall to the floor with a thud.
I used to drink a dozen beers
And keep my shit mostly together
But it’s been whisky these last few years
To which I’ve run, hell bent for leather,
Like a half-broke horse that slipped its tether.
I know how Dr. Jekyll felt,
His sick lust for Mr. Hyde,
Letting the inhibitions melt
And going along for the ride
As if watching from outside:
Watch the drunken sideshow freak!
Watch him dance and stomp around!
Listen to him try to speak!
What is that slurring mush-mouth sound?
Watch him pass out and fall down!
A POEM A DAY
CADAVER TISSUE
I am made of miracles,
Artificial bone and a dead man’s skin.
I was a monster long before this.
I wake up like a flipped switch
And think, “Well shit, alive again.”
A POEM A DAY
HAIKU #122,521
She sits on the couch
In a pink robe and blue toes.
She is beautiful.
A POEM A DAY
WHISKY-SHAPED HOLE IN MY HEART
I got a whisky-shaped hole in my heart.
I got a whisky-shaped hole in my heart.
Because there ain’t no stopping me
Once I get a start,
I got a whisky-shaped hole in my heart.
I used to be a regular man,
But then I started getting so drunk
That I couldn’t even stand.
I got a whisky-shaped hole in my heart.
The Devil told me, “Have just one.”
Then he said, “Have just one more.”
And I kept listening to that Devil
Until I fell, passed out, to the floor.
One day I’ll shut that Devil up
And that day can’t come too soon
‘Cause now I’m on the wagon
And that Devil keeps on naggin’
And I got a whisky-shaped hole in my heart.
STRAY PAPER
I found this on a stray piece of paper in my office. I don’t know if I wrote it or copied it:
His father was the most gentle man he had ever known. His father never had a harsh word for anyone, never raised his hand against his son, never even raised his voice at this unruly and violent boy he could never understand. He would mutter softly, not really saying anything but speaking volumes about love and caring as he stroked the boy’s hair, calming him as one would calm a frightened horse.
It doesn’t sound like something I would write but I hope it is.
RECENT ACTIVITIES
Installed my first dimmer switch, or any switch for that matter, in the kitchen yesterday. It took about 3 times as long as the instructions predicted but a quarter of that time was spent trying to find the right fuse.
I posted some new merch on Redbubble today:
Feel free to buy a T-shirt!
I’M BACK!
I had no idea I’ve been ignoring this for so long. If I’m not a guy who can post SOMETHING regularly then I will never be a guy that can post something interesting regularly. More to come tomorrow. Meanwhile, here is a picture of the dumb cat.
Ditch
I thought I’d be posting every day but got sidetracked with replacing the sewage outlet pipe which required digging a ditch the entire length of the back yard.
The incorrect pipe was used when the original pipe was replaced and there were bellies down the entire pipe which caused the wastewater to pool in the middle instead of draining away.
The correct pipe is now installed and graded for optimum drainage and this will hopefully never have to be done again.
Coasters
Well, here we go.
The Wife and I spent a lovely holiday weekend in a little cabin in the country. No cable, no wifi, and not much of a signal at all unless you stood in the kitchen. It was very rustic and very quiet (except during the thunderstorm and then the fireworks). There were a few decorative items I’d like to try my hand at but the easiest looked to be the tree branch coasters so I made some (and a little storage box) when we got back.
