Bumbled Blubbering

Ablaze and blistered, bottle in hand -

I have to have this woman - but I'm bobbling the ball.

Just a little ginjumbled, words don't work tonight -

bumbled blubbering dribbles - fuck, yeah, I'm smooth,

but I'm smothered, smoked, broken, babbling into the bottle.

Well-fucked and flummoxed, diddling in my drunkenness -

how the hell did Emily empty me like this?

I'm a dead man crawling, now -

no way to make this work,

I'll wobble home and live to drink another day.

In a list

1 - 6 of 6

By me, right now

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neoprose
May 3, 2007

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I am sorry to read your poems in a series order. They are too similar in vocabluary. I am constantly drawn over the lines and a strong sense of de ja vu bores me. It is powerful the first few times but then it fades.
Saffron
March 17, 2007
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Another perfect Emily with a gin chaser
Methusala
March 14, 2007
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Spectacular
Like I said above, spectacular use of alliteration. . . the flow is excellent, somewhat bothered, reflecting your drunkeness, and it seems to me to be a bit of onomonapeia (sp?) too. I absolutely loved this. Great job.
Nicole Hanna
March 14, 2007
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Longer than 10 lines, but that's not necessarily stopped me from finishing a piece before. lol. You know, I think I honestly like this piece more without the last stanza, which is saying alot, because I'm already in love with Emily. Makes me wonder if I'm a lesbian. lol
- Melissa Gayle
  March 14, 2007
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  she has tendencies.
  
  but i love em too.
- - S A Adelmann
    March 14, 2007
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    You women always stick together.