Saturday, November 26, 2011

Drunken Thought #15

     I've been tucking it into my pocket.  Nice.  Neat.  In a cute envelope.  Each and every time something stupid comes out of your mouth, I've been gently filing it into the abyss behind my left lapel.  My thoughts and emotional impulses are folded two or three times to fit perfectly... To fit nicely... To fit neatly...
     Aren't I a saint?  Aren't I an alchemist?  For converting bullshit into pretty packages...  Sealing bullshit filled envelopes with a decorative closure... It even matches my outfit.  Aren't I nice?  Aren't I neat?  Aren't I a well-trained negro, to be so tall?  My jacket is so well tailored, you barely notice the lump swelling beneath my left lapel.

Enter: Vodka
Enter: Example after example
Enter: The right time for all the wrong things to happen

     Even the finest paper dissolves quickly in alcohol.  The beautiful, ordinate seals can not contain the bullshit locked within.  What happened to nice?  What happened to neat?  My mouth is neither.  My arms won't stop flailing.  My beautiful jacket is ruined!  And, I don't care.  It's covered in smelly, age-old bullshit.  And, I don't care.  You need to know.  They need to know.  I need to know.
     My pockets are bursting open for the world to see.  Here I am, in my Sunday's best, vomiting in public.  It needs to go...  All of it...  Get out of my body...  Get out of my face...
     In retrospect, I would've reconsidered my filing system; if I had known it would explode at a later date.  All of it at once.  I would not have tucked my anger away in neat places.  I would not swept my emotions under a rug so expensive.  Now, I have a mess to clean up.
     I've learned that even the abyss can fill to its brim....  Even an European-tailored jacket can tear at it seams.  Even the most beautiful, most extravagant seals have their limits.  Shit.  I thought I had finesse.  I thought I was professional.  It turns out, I'm a person, too... Shit.

7 comments:

Boistous said...

Yes, let it all fly. Be the truth. Live it. Those if us who deserve you will work it out, those that dint will walk.

Forbidden Light said...

Ain't that the truth! I feel like I'm break free from yet another shell...with your help.

DAYUM said...

I sometimes want to offer you a stay in a sobering up cell...

Forbidden Light said...

LOL! Until I learn how to manage my emotions like a well-adjusted adult, I'll have to drink Fernet and blog!

But, if the "Sobering-Up Cell" is with you...I may consider it.

DAYUM said...

With me ? It would be hard for your body... but soft for your soul !

Forbidden Light said...

.......my cup of tea. (What a line, Christo! Whew!)

Wonder Womyn ;-) said...

Beautifully put - thank you. Blowing light and love your way - WW

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