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At First (Wasted)

A meal and a show!

By BrenPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
At First (Wasted)
Photo by Collin Armstrong on Unsplash

got on the beer about four pm

trying to take it slow

then it all simply fell in place

and then, right there and i had to go

any length trip in the peak hour traffic

is enough to deaden the brightest angels soul

but i was performing a unique task

i was fulfilling an undervalued but vital role

in and out backwards and forwards

into and out of the light

i was on my way in all this traffic

so the time was mine to fight

got to Barry’s about half past four

and money was exchanged for gear

back to the car and into the traffic

i moan about the traffic but it was really near

i got to Kev’s house in fifteen minutes

and his was my next and last stop

i didn't need the chemist or the bottlo

i didn't need to stop at the shop

Kev was rapt it had been a while

since he had feasted upon the card

i advised to just have the one for now

no good to get cooked or be a tard

i got home about ten minutes later

i'm just down the road a bit

i hit the back porch by way of the fridge

grabbing a beer some barbie tools and shit

i was cooking snags when Barry rang me

i fell asleep he said i’m gonna be a bit late

best to drop em now he said

then we don’t have to wait

sweet cunt cya i said to him and hung up

and headed straight to where i needed to be

sitting at my backporch table

holding a strip of lsd

i chopped off two with my scissors

and ate them like a sweet

i chewed and chewed until the cardboard pulped

mouth closed cause this is a treat

i felt tickles and crawly skin funny shit

about forty minutes in

my body knew what i was up to

shake shake a little bit

twitch and jerk like shit

you feelfeelfeel feel from hair to your toes

eyes like headlight but nobody knows

unless you laugh unless you cry

cause then they'll know you're a human

unless you sneeze unless you fart

you could get caught inside the art

then they'll know you're a human

bloody great body pulses

throb and borth

bloody great body pulses

eastwestsouthnorth

or something ordinary

electric smiles on buzzing faces

goosebump and arm hair races

a pulse racing calm

a hundred mile an hour quiet

a breeze and a drop of sweat on brow

in the middle on an invisible riot

watching a slow motion hurricane take place

Barry turned up off his fuckin guts

grinning like a demon champ

chompin durrys like a fiend

occasionally our laugh lines

would cramp up in neutral evil smiles

long winded speeches stretching for miles

making shit up having a laugh

lying like fucks having a laugh

in the middle of a shit disney pilot

completely fucked like there's no tomorrow

just off ya fuckin guts

completely fucked like ya know no sorrow

off ya tits and off ya nuts

off ya fuckin chops and bloody tree

off ya bloody trolley and outa ya fuckin head

in on and besides both sides of fence

i saw the trees as they were breathing

my morning changed

a thousand time before the dawn

it slipped and slithered

when it's quiet

there is a stillness in the air

everything gets all elemental

you become a part of your equation

a nothing

a oneness

all at once

all the time

everything

makes sense

for a second

it's like last night at an all you can eat buffet

and then it closes forever.

i tried to write while i was tripping hard

(i couldn't even work my phone at first

you cant spell luddites without lsd)

and believe me when i tell you

it was the hardest thing i've tried to do in years

my pen was heavier than any sword wielded

all my thoughts laughed at me and hid

my body became a roller coaster and my mind the only car

nothing was what it supposed to be like it was and was nothing was not was or wasn't what it wasn't to be.

it won't be over until you've slept ya silly cunt and then you'll need some more ...sleep and wait at least ten days before taking anymore more ok.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Bren

"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa

"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend

Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler

I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!

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  • Bren (Author)11 months ago

    you fuckin druggo!

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