Apparently, in a drunken flurry
last night
I consumed a bunch
of chocolate and candy hearts,
I know this because
this morning when I was throwing up
three foot long hot dog shaped
mashed projectiles?
It smelled like
rank hot chocolate
on a humid Valentine's day.
I'm trying to figure out
Which side my liver's on
in a hung over stupor,
so that I might tear it out of my body,
and be rid of the throb,
of your sick love.
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Written April 10th, 2005
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somehow I remember this, ironic as the poem perhaps
like it then and again -
If I ever had a point; it's still in my pants.
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You know the thing of it was, with this piece, is that it was a really long time before I ever saw it. Being that at the time you posted this, I really was quite new to this site, only having been here but about a month or so. And you posted it back to back with another piece. So while I saw the other one, I didn't see this one for months. And only then because I happened to be looking for something of yours I had meant to read and found this one instead.
I had to laugh. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. A candy hearts border, who would've thought you'd use something like that? But it does fit with this piece. You see then, you have done collaborations before, and here is the proof of it. This whole piece sounds very much like just your voice, so I guess I couldn't begin to imagine where his influence touched. I have to say I didn't like the idea of a collab piece with him, but that's mostly just due to the fact that I don't like him at all. So it's a personal thing and probably irrelevant.
But back to what I was saying, I was rather surprised at the time, when I read it. You shocked me quite a bit in those days, as I really wasn't accustomed to you. You're a lot to take, you know that? You and that wild hair of yours. Had I met you in the real instead, I'd be willing to bet that my hair would be completely snow white, to your courtesy. But yeah, I couldn't believe that you abuse candy hearts that way~ LOL A hang over and getting sick in the morning... the description was something I could have done without.
Ah, but it was quite effective to your point, I'll give you that. The allusion to Valentine's day, when it was already April, and candy hearts and chocolate. hmmmm... but you were speaking of love. And not just 'love' but to someone that was sweet and innocent! To think someone like you, mr. badass, falling for some weak and gentle female. Someone with a sweet nature. Does she kiss butterflies goodnight? ^^-^^
And so was your point to turning it into something vile, like far too gross a description of getting sick of this 'sweetness' the morning after. To say that you couldn't believe you'd let it happen, and you blame it on the effects of alcohol. Or you would...
...if your liver would stop throbbing.
hmmmm.... but you weren't taking such good care of yourself those days, were you? I'm glad you left the drinking behind. You sound so much better now. I'm happy for you. Actually, one of the reasons why I remember this piece is because you were talking about a throbbing liver in this piece, and not too long prior you had brought up the same thing in 'She has the hourglass'. And I always wondered why that was, being that you usually didn't repeat images. Though I secretly liked that too, and liked to imagine that they connected together, underneath... ssssshhhh! Don't tell me!
~smiles~
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excellent poem... hahaha glad you posted it...
billy -
your gonna need to make a two inch incision in the upper right portion of the abdominal cavity...
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So Penny, what you're saying is that you have the psoriasis about your head and toes-es.
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You are a real sweetie ain't ya when pissed up and causing havoc and chaos with that sassy voice and acerbic wit.. shit babes.. get up, drink some juice and BEHAVE!!! lololol
Do I have to book you a bed in detox???
lololololol
Auntie Gill xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx -
I am not sure I am following your meaning here, even after reading this twice. I get the feeling of forbidden love from the line sick love. Also, there may be quite an age difference as being shown by the mixture of a hangover and candy. Valentines candy, to be exact, there again, leading toward love. I may be WAY off base here. Not knowing anything about either Poriasis or Billy Davidson. So, in honesty, I think this is a weird title. I was expecting something about coping with the disease, which is why I clicked. I think it would be more appropriate to be titled "Sick Candy Love" or "Drunken Regrets." Still, you write very well. This is quite unique. Penny
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haha, yes well this is quite the write and I am sure that Billy will get a kick out of it. I am not sure if you are saying that you think billy's love is sick or the love you feel for someone else lol
enjoyed this.
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This was really funny! I liked it a lot. I know someone who has even grosser poems though.
Love, Black-Moon -
Reminds me of something out of the tv show 'punked' . . .when Penelope Cruz (in on the scam) shows her friend, Selma Hayek this huge 2 foot long gargantuan turd in a stopped up toilet at a posh restaurant. The turd, of course, was made especially- mostly peanut butter, but looked real as hell. After looking at, and being thoroughly grossed out at the excretory specimen, they fled the scene and where 'caught' by the management. . .quite entertaining. . .
Not that that has anything to do with this, except maybe in the gross out department.
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Liver-some
Wow, thats amazing. I loved it. And you get special credit for the mentioning of my favourite organ. *gives you a thumbs up*. Not at all the point, it was brilliant.
Well done, good luck with future poems. You seem to have great talent, carry on doing well. I enjoyed reading it. And it would still be great without the mentioning of livers, I promise. -
very vivid.
Oh my and that is a bad one. This must have been some party you went to or a trip to hell one. -
The imagery in this seems to say it all. The word original comes close. The last stanza has me imagining that more than a few will read this and think, "yep... been there." Though, I'm sure it might have been minus the candy hearts and overdose of chocolate.
Another original piece by you. I'm not sure how Billy Davidson and Psoriasis fit into this, but nonetheless - on its own, this was all good stuff.
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