Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Flies buzzed
,then died, their tiny
bodies on the sill.
Meantime we get high,
Hey! Shit cost enough!
Later Dilsy wakes in grayest light
saying apartment’s filthy!--
and we’re not far behind it.
So, scrub ourselves 1st,
then clean the place! Deep-
ly for this once!
This boy pre-
fers clean to dirty I profess.
Could've fooled me!--her voice
remembered music nonetheless.
Labels: addiction, clean, dirty, drugs, Emily Dickenson, flies, stinks
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Contemplating Ends in Jerome Falls
-Well, one week of Mohnaritin,
and nary a thought of suicide.
-Lucky you. I have them hourly.
And my Jeanette!
-Stratospheric?
-You know her well.
-Her fantasies...
-could be lousy movies!
-At...any rate, uh...
-Whole town's on Mohnaritin!
-You exaggerate?
-Oh? All my bakery route guys
and their wives. And at the
auto spring factory, they're
practically arrayed in candy dishes
all around the plant!
-All this to keep from going crazy?
-Or being the same. Jury out.
Labels: addiction, drugs, epidemic, mass addiction, nervous conditions, side effects
Friday, December 16, 2016
Classified
Due to the overwhelming complexity of real problems and their side-effects, including debilitating addictions,
Muslims given preference.
Labels: ad, addiction, classified ad, Muslim, scapegoat, side-effects
Monday, December 05, 2016
Topic A
Participants searingly direct and
honest, ordinarily, at the Way of Calvary
Adult Discussion Group.
Some displayed their embarrassing
addictions as if determined to
suffer even further in the telling.
But...when it came to sex, a kind
of Victorian quaintness enveloped.
Even the rare euphemism felt nearly
revolutionary.
Like soft-spoken Maryanne D. claiming
her boyfriend abnormally interested in...
her "thing."
Leader Cliff finally invited a sex therapist,
Dr Hodley Nethers, who gave them a reprint
of one of his articles, and used clinical
terms again and again.
Soon the group was using them too, but with
an air of superiority: as if to say those people
are really really sick!
Dr Nethers confided to Cliff that such airs
were an important first step.
Cliff...started to worry that he had a tiger
by the tail.
“Exactly! But that's what it is once we
acknowledge it."
Labels: addiction, discussion group, sex, sex therapy, Victorian
Monday, August 29, 2016
Encore
-She's in Recovery. Perpetually.
-Booze? Drugs?
-Revisited them twice. But this is worse.
The worst one.
-Sex?
-Ah but you defile it! LOVE!
-That bad?
-The one in heavy leather volumes.
-Her bosom heaving? The crazy decayed
broad screaming in the attic? Some nut lecher
posing whitely on the noir heath?
-Never stops. And more atrocious yet, the
slimmer volumes of romantic poetry.
-There’s the killer!
-So she tries the Geographic Cure. Europe, Asia.
Biking, running, hiking! But the GPS sends her
to dead-end burgs where she thinks the village idiot is Lochinvar.
-Far from the mapping crowd!
Labels: addiction, Lochinvar, love, madding crowd, novel, romantic poetry, romantic prose, sex
Thursday, June 02, 2016
At the Addiction Shop
it's Let’s Pretend. I’ve combined a few ingredients,
and try to fake I’m experimenting.
Of course, my Old Harrower still rules!
But, they’re not to find that out!
They do, of course, and I’m at The Committee!
Led by the triply-sweet Jennifer. Who digs at
the raw parts with efficiency!
Finally my nerves just can’t take it, and it just fires
out of me! “How many men have YOU ruined?”
“No, no. A frank exchange!” she answers those
who wish to expel me on the spot.
Her tack changes then to slow seduction. I’m promised
The Harrower forever if I go along. Implicitly promised,
naturally. Jens is nothing if not slick.
Well, grating story short, I’m ruined by her. And, by
the way, I make seven, three who committed suicide.
Then, tossed from Addiction Shop altogether!
I must put myself out with the trash the following
morning.
Sounds more terrible than it is. The guys just
put me in a separate compartment in their
huge truck. Lefty-2 brings coffee. Nice of him.
We shout over the rumbling.
“How can you be sure this is not my addiction?”
“It’s everybody’s!” He adds cream to his and
it shimmers.
“That's beautiful!” I tell him.
Labels: addiction, Fatal Woman, garbage men, social control, trash
Saturday, June 13, 2015
How happy after
suitable griefs
to raid the meds
of the deceased
with permission
of widow or -er.
There, the yearned-
for jiffy means
to lift or depress, fudge
or decorate pain. And when...
so finally doth ALL it flip, and thus
becometh one's own
grave wrench? Why,
pass on the stash!
A form of flash-
ing scholarship.
Labels: addiction, death, drugs, meds
Monday, March 23, 2015
The Word
“We're both ragtag fundamentalist preachers,
or act the parts. He does drunks and addicts,
and I, Scarlet Women!
The Mega Church hires us to travel around to
rural churches and scare the Devil’s own shit
outa everybody.
Hey! We really go fire-and-brimstone! Everybody
loves it! Well, not the particular objects. They end
up trembling.
It's a real partnership. I research for him
and he for I. Say a guy owns a little hardware
store? Three rehabs, and slumbers in gutters.
Customers don't have a clue, so, you know:
Truth sets everybody free! My Partner gives the
shoddy bio from the pulpit as a fiery warning
to us all. The devil being the manufacturer of
all such addictive crap! And toxic secrets.
He chooses for me a typical pink pretty. Butter
wouldn't melt in her pursy mouth! Could be a
juicy abortion back there, though. Or whatever.
Well, THAT’s hitting the lottery!
Probably just the usual carnality with associated lies.
At any rate, when I'm through with her, she's quivering
Jello on the floor, that Scarlet Woman!
I say it like it's fun, but it's damn hard work too!
Good? Are we actually doing...?
Ultimate questions left for Headquarters! We serve!
Hey! Degrees from two halfass Bible “Colleges?”--
and I majored in Basketball?
Two Good Ole Boys made good, if you ask me!”
Labels: Abortion, addiction, Bible, bible thumpers, carnal, Fundamentalism, good ole boys, mega church, preaching, rehab, Scarlet Woman, sin
Friday, May 16, 2014
Moral, But Short
Breaking Up Proving Easy To Do
His Medical Girlfriend informed him she had
found a one less boring.
But, knowing he'd be a mope acquiring another
woman, she advised taking care of himself--
for his prostate.
He took the advice, even to professorial levels,
buying many books and tapes and DVDs.
At meetings in the plant, he frequently excused
himself as the frenzy descended.
The result, upshot? Well the one instance
where the Old Wives spot on: He went mad!
The nurses at Single Pine have a nickname
for him. Unimaginative but accurate.
Labels: addiction, breakup, masturbation, mental illness, relationship, sex, sex addiction
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Up to Here
Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
For the addict the fix
is all of life. Why it’s
called addiction. My
quarrel with films depicting
endless runs of subtlety to
acquire, then absorb, shit. Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
Labels: addiction, boredom, cleverness, drugs, fix
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Relying on PAX
I’m so tempted
to assume command
of my tiny fiscal estate,
but knowing myself
as one who shifts
halfwit strategies
for wildass hunches on
Yahoo Football, I
steer wide of investing
pros at Pax. I don’t know
where they are and what’s
doing there or why and,
probably, they don’t either,
that much, but at any rate,
always a baby
step, I’m, from
addictive ruin.
Labels: addiction, investing, Pax
