Posts Tagged ‘stoned’

party

Will you be there?
I will be there with my many friends
I will get drunk and stoned and run a humungous muck
I will hit on all the single women and attempt to be interesting
And some woman may find me interesting
Come on, it has happened before
Occasionally
There will be some cool bands there churning out distorted indie goodness
It will rock like a hit of cocaine
In an intimate vein

Will you be there?
It is likely that someone will choke on their own vomit
Which is a nasty way to go but better than choking on someone else’s
There will be rivers of alcohol and forests of weed
Tobacco and pot smoke will be thick as the conversation
People will exhibit joy and fascination
With each other and with the moments of togetherness
Which grow into an ecstatic peak through group synergy
Then subside into nothingness as everyone goes home to their hangovers

lonelyperson
Fuck this shit
I like women
Women don’t like me
It’s a conundrum
A paradox
Who the fuck wants to fuck a middle-aged fat bastard
Who the fuck wants to cuddle up to someone sweaty, bloated and pointless
How much longer will I self-destruct:
For love
For the sake of pain
For madness
For joy
For kicks
For blitzkrieg insanity
For lack of a good woman

I like women
Women don’t like me
I am:
Too fat
Too lonely
Too desperate
Too maudlin
Too pathetic
Too weird
Too stoned
Too drunk
So I have another beer
And I have another cigarette
I have another cone
Occasionally I have a shot
And exude infinite soul-longing for silent death-bliss
Which will come on like a shot of smack and euthanize my emptiness
And set me free to roam the realm of Spirits
With angel’s wings

jacknicholson

She said,‘When he walked past me I felt a shiver down my spine. But I wasn’t sure if it was a good shiver or a bad shiver.’
She said,‘I asked him if he was a bikie. He looked like a bikie’
She said, ‘He said no’
She said, ‘Then I saw him coming out from the IGA, with beers’
She said, ‘And I said hey baby come over here’
She said, ‘And we had some drinks
She said ‘I know he’s a good man even though I’ve only known him for three hours’
She said ‘Have you got ‘dreams’ by the cranberries
She drank all the wine, and spoke too loudly
But she was like a firecracker, so full of life
I felt good for my mate, he’d met her in the psychiatric ward- the rsvp for the sanity-impaired
I wished them both well after we had gotten really stoned on two sticks
They left me a few cones
I thought to myself- I’ve got to get back to the Gigglebin, and they left

night2

That energy that fuels the force of light
Drives towering trees to skies and thrusts stars higher
To coruscate like glitter in my eyes
Charging my heart and bedazzling the sky

A full moon haunts the hobo-hungry night
Diana on her hunt to queer her circle
Moonlight silvers patches on the plains
And cold soft light is mingling with the marshes

What ghosts now haunt the miscreant night?
What eyes gaze through groaning gloomy glass?
Haunting thoughts and flickering metal silence
Cold fingers clutch me from a tomb

Oh take me to a world beyond pain
Where I am perennial and eternally waiting
Where there are no more tears and no pointless lust
And only peace and silence and love
Numb and kind of Stoned
Perhaps enlightened

chemists-own-pain-tabsules_4d717f829df4c

I take twenty Chemist’s Own strong pain tablets containing paracetamol and codeine
Dissolve in 40 ml of warm water, mix up with a spoon
The tablets melt into the water easily
Leaving a white mixture like milk
Let the mixture cool to room temperature
Then cool in the fridge for five minutes
Mix with a spoon and pour into a coffee filter on a glass
Wait till all the mixture is filtered
Drops of clear liquid from the filter stop
Throw away the filter and the white gunk
Drink the clear liquid – it’s bitter
Within in five minutes a warm feeling suffuses up my limbs and into my brain
Blessed apathy-nothing can hurt me
I just don’t care anymore
I have no anxiety
A wonderful internal hug almost as good as a real hug
Almost as good as a shot of smack
Feel so warm and heavy and cuddly
Not bad for eight bucks

Curry

Posted: April 18, 2015 in poetry
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Indian_Curry_Chicken

Full belly of curry
Bloated in my comfy chair
Swollen like a tic full of blood
My internal monologue is death by myriad wounds
I eat too much
I don’t exercise enough
Women don’t like fat men
I suck dead dogs’ dicks
I killed Kurt Cobain
Will I die alone in this rented room like a cockroach
Will I fester and freak till I’m bat-shit crazy and end up back in hospital
Will I wander through life like a lost stranger down endless suburban bitumen
Carving away my personality with psychic razors
Never knowing connection to the rest of humanity
Forever burnt out and busted like a dead lightbulb
Staring up the asshole of death
Hello world I’m here
I’d like to get to know you
I’m not sure if you’ll like me
But I’m here
Stoned and impeccable
Close to beyond hope
Growing my toenails
Sharpening my fangs
And inhaling paint

candle
Something’s up
Troglodyte hedges of fungus
Humidity
Thirst for mountain peaks and stalagmites
Contorted blood-rivers
Laconic lawn furniture
Forbidden trees with poison leaves
Imploding by infinitesimal ant-steps
Rattled by lightning
Slashing sky
Papier-mache dreams
Papier-mache guy
Sky cracked open
Exposing heavenly decay by twilight
Death is the wages of sin
Keep on imploding
Apart and within
Fissures appear in a fickle career
So what’s your pathology?
Reason disappears again
Days of unemployed diversion
Days of mutual masturbation
Days of stoned enchantment
Days of letters to no-one
Entropy expands across the cosmos
Pustules swell then burst pouring out
Dead density of heated wax
Melting
Melting
Until
Now

spacemen3
Divine cannabinoid day-dreams
Of three chords recurring,
Hanging in the air like fruit bats,
Anticipating the pregnant moment.
Eyelids descending in a smoke filled room.
Vegetable contagion
Of esoteric periodicities,
Crashing over at deranged frequencies.
Oscillation.
Stoned beyond reasonable conversation,
Inside the iterating drones,
Constructing crystalline towers of sound,
A transparent radiation of elegant melody,
From guitars distorted delicately,
Driving me into an esoteric trance.
And the album plays on-
Taking me to the other side.