((Poems, poisoned by Booze) (verse 18)
1) Death Day
(or the death of a drunk)
No escape, all roads led to him, Mr. Barleycorn!
I could smell it, I could taste it, and I would say hello the second day
I met her. The shape is like beer bottles, like a woman's body.
The first day I drank it was my death day.
Yeah, I was drunk the day I took my first drink. I knew before
Go without beer.
After my first drink, when it was close to me, it was like a vibration of a harp, falling up and down my spine, from my brain to my throat.
That was the beginning! But after that it was rare
The desire that took over, I lost the harp.
No: 4526 (6/6/2014)
2) Drunk years are the devil
((1960-1968) (The Cayuga Street Gang))
The crazy drunken are evil years
To drive under the influence,
Take control and miss the destruction by an inch!
To do what others would not dare:
This life was made possible by the barley maize crop
The only way for me to broadcast!
That's how men lived my life.
So I think from my old neighborhood, it's called
Donkeyland by the police in St. Paul, Minnesota!
Gender: 4512 (06-06-2014)
3) Drunk in Sydney (1964-1984)
(Sidney, Australia, 1971)
I always broke it back then (1964-1984)
Although the wildest and craziest times.
It had fallen into the cold gray in the morning
I was pathetic chaos often, often!
Burned hands and coat once in Sidney
(While researching and researching the Vietnam War, & # 39; 71)
It must have come from a hot record,
I slept on my forearms all night against drunk!
Burned black – I didn't feel anything, too drunk!
Obviously, I sailed to mine
Unconsciousness, far from dead, in a dream:
Gender: 4513 (06-06-2014)
4) Drunk, drinking for comrades!
Why I felt I had to live this life, to live
As they did?
Thanks to the drinking I got everything
My friends, comrades, even deal with shops.
If you refuse to drink at all, you should never
He was chosen for the social side
Scale: work, life in general, army,
Neighborhood! Even when I was a teenager
Detention for this very reason! We all
It boasts and boasts: to live and to love
And be loved, right? Maybe there is
Something to do with it; yet I have seen it in life
Many are immersed in the ditch, never placed
Together with myself, just knowing that I'm dying
In my twenties, through it, through trying to maintain it
This is the kind of company! Yes, I beat the odds,
Now sixty-six, and that's a whole different story! …
No: 4514 (8-6-2014)
5) Crazy and helplessly drunk (1981-84)
Yes, it is a misconception, but nevertheless
I left myself with the lives of crazy drunks!
Through the progressive stages,
Iron works of art!
The taste was not good and I told myself why
Drink, unless you are drunk, waste your time and
Money, so I smoked three packs a day
It's part of drinking every day … ignoring it
Money and food. I didn't even buy clothes myself,
More and more beer and foam.
I could put everything I owned into a small chest
That's all I have: a pair of shoes, boots, five dollars
Overalls, some cotton shirts, a few pairs
Lingerie, and in the end a room, my mom
Provided that whoever bought me socks,
I didn't own them either, with no holes in my toes!
God forgive me for the kind of life I've lived!
And sometimes my brother picked me up,
You work with the semitrailer for a day or two,
And after work he returned to half a dozen salons.
Never put it in clothing stores.
Gender: 4515 (06-06-2014)
6) Doyen's Drunken Army (1969-1980)
And I didn't mind. In fact, I was very proud!
In the army I showed the best of men as I could
Drink with them, drink a lot.
So I proved myself strong-yes, I kept it
The title of the leader, among the strong.
Maybe I was poor in childhood
Coated, maybe I felt better being doyen
Drunk and half drunk warrior like chips in the
Old block, boring work about ten cents behind
You are counting in some coin and nickel stores
Something machine business, the army let me chase
This drinking is much more than average
The employer would do it, and throughout the world I went from:
From Vietnam to Guam and Japan, and to Sidney,
Germany and Switzerland. Then to Belgium,
Luxembourg, Italy and France …
I went through all the drunken drinkers like a piece.
Gender: 4516 (8-6-2014)
7) San Francisco drunk (1968-69)
I broke up in San Francisco
We had to eat in the mission house!
I drank more and learned more
About drinking, more
In the neighborhood where I lived
Did I have a catalyst? Now drink
Drink, I could drink on average
Drunk and show me my strength
Masculinity. He was even drunk in a bar
The sun has landed on the moon;
At the age of twenty-nine. THE
The city was exploitation and I never drew
Good breath! And my drinking
The stage did not even reach its peak
From the Tower of Babel;
So after a year, it was time for me
Moving on to Mexico and
And North Dakota, a bottle
Gender: 4518 (06-06-2014)
8) Drunk in the wooden house (1984-2014)
You're drunk in my head
There was a whisper in my head:
Always call! And one day it was loud!
As soon as I got out of the chalet, down
Rice Street, Roseville, Minnesota.
He said, "Is this your whole life?
Don't drink every day, monotonous?
Tomorrow will go through the same thing
Basic movements, again and again
He rushes toward the glass while he is there
There is no end "; I was not surprised by this
In fact, it calmed me down like cool bedding.
But yes, I went to the tide!
But one day, again get out of the
Chalet – maybe a few months later,
I said to the whisper:
"Take care of my life, it's not worth living like this,
Or sober, I can't do it myself!
And I don't know how to do it with anyone
Else "- and George with somebody somewhere
I got to read a book and I love books
And I learned to stop somebody
Drinking, you have to give it to someone
Something better than us, why
In that case, do you stop drinking?
That made sense to me! …
And as I said, I loved reading: and yes,
God was smart: and I read the book:
Cover cover; the Lord asked
To get into my life and take it out
Booze once and for all and did:
And then I stopped smoking.
Step by step, he led me into a vortex
Where the quay lights were gone
Red but green, sentimental
Farewell to the old methods of poisoning
Old Nick and his barley tricks!
And now I'm sober for thirty years
And you wrote forty-seven books!
No: 4517 (8-6-2014)
9) The drunk troubadour
I never knew a girl would love to believe it or not!
I was too drunk to recognize what love is!
Not that I'm not my romance.
And I've never met a woman's love.
The love of my children wasn't really either.
I saw the world back then, a
Effect of beer and wine: even precisely
On the map, around this beautiful globe:
I went to many ports and cities and got stoned
In: Seattle, Omaha, Milwaukee and Chicago …
Frankfurt, Darmstadt, Augsburg, France and
Switzerland! Also mentioned in Sydney, Australia
Some. Vietnam! You always have a guitar on hand,
I was a drunk troubadour, singing and writing
My poetry was waiting for a hero song as I went through it
Gender: 4521 (06-06-2014)
10) Drunk in the nuclear guarantee
(1974-1976) 545 Ordinance Company
It was Barleycorn who pulled me to death
Swinish in the dark and drunk
Day after day: beautiful whores at sunset,
Ugly when I got up at sunset.
The decay of the soul, this is called!
Bang I was in a military uniform:
I've been traveling the world for eight years: Corporal,
Sergeant Buck, Sargent staff, drunk!
NCOIC, the nuclear safety …
Gender: 4525 (06-06-2014)
11) Hennepin's drunken poet!
(Minneapolis, 1981 – & # 39; 83)
I walked along 1st Ave and Hennepin
In Le Minneapolis!
That's why I sweat during my glorious youth
Beer, wine and whiskey outside,
I swear at almost every bar: I watched Prince
Sing on the first avenue, drunk as a fool!
I'm not crying drunk, I've never been like this,
Not a melancholic blotto, oh no, it was me
Quiet writing a poem in the barracks
Minneapolis, lost some space in fog, or
Back to Vietnam. That's all
Cozy eighties. There are some poems I have written
Up in the newspapers in Minneapolis!
I was a hero drunk in the streets:
First Avenue and Hennepin at night.
Gender: 4520 (06-06-2014)
12) the Babenhausen,
West Germany Drunk (1977)
I went home from the bar many nights
Babenhausen, 1977, the year
Elvis, he's dead … I heard the guest houses
Playing Neil Diamond's song: & # 39; Cracklen & # 39; Rosie & # 39;
So I was a military drunk who kept singing
The way to the military facility, the residential area,
I was a little over halfway through
The grass is wasted, shattered in the grass!
I looked at my back, looking at the starlight!
Red, green and white lights are flashing
The road is nearby. Sometimes I even swam a
Few strokes in the grass, like water.
Drunk with dreams and after hours of cold
I got up slowly, very tired and very cold, but
Quite restrained, for days the military patrol.
When you are young, your body is somewhat capable
Resist the tension, the tension and the pull!
Gender: 4522 (06-06-2014)
13) The sober drink, the drunk
When you are sober for a year for a year
In 1981, I wanted to save a marriage by '82,
But what a fool I was, you won't stop
For these reasons you stop saving yourself, I went
Back to drinking when marriage couldn't
Similarly, I had a friend in Alabama
1978, who also stopped saving for marriage,
And raise your children after that has happened,
He returned to drinking, saying, "… and missed
I just wanted them to grow fast
And get out of the house so I can go back
Ivni! "That was all he thought!
Nine months later, he died: he was cured
In the few months he didn't drink
Gender: 4524 (06-06-2014)
14) To die for a drink, drunk
If you are sober for a while, you do not want to die.
So I found many reasons to make a living
One Year of Sober, 1981 -82. But when I do
His wife left me because of sin or whatever, I drank
Again. So I felt like I was more this time
They are able to immerse themselves. He told me:
"You weren't drunk, and now you're going
AA meetings every night, never at home like before,
Hell, you're more sober than you are
Drunk! "I couldn't win, so I went back to drinking;
I called it slipping, but it was more like a slump!
Gender: 4523 (06-06-2014)
15) A drunk mess thirty-six!
I was doing fine until I was thirty-three
When I lost my job, my car, and I was fine!
Before, there was no place to go and sleep
He slept in cars, in the attic, and even with his friends
They rented a garage to sleep
Where were my friends? Mr. Barleycorn,
He proved he threw me a reinforcement
Ditch. When I thought I'd be up, he was
He never stopped the rebellion, with brain effects …
Now physical excitement, too much inactivity:
You slowly sink into the deep path, as if
Life is nothing but a mountain of sand. I was like that
Fragile like a soda cracker. All thirty-six.
I knew that if I didn't stop drinking, I would never
Do it for forty …
No: 4527 (8-6-2014)
16) Drunk and monkey
The monkey is looking for the strongest branch.
The bird is the tallest and safest!
Man, looking for the most decisive place
You can live, plan and stay safe, usually underneath
The tree or the cave, wherever it is
Water, food and security! But it's the drunk
It's different than it will climb the tree
Monkey, I didn't think where I was
The weakest point, or the safest, he is not
Does it make sense to go down a
Wood and looking safe company; even if
It will rain again and again, it will only get it
Make a backup and get started!
Gender: 4528 (06-06-2014)
17) Drunk with poison-soaked brains
When I was young, I was in my twenties
Healthy, normal, full of the joy of life: kill
I would have been weird myself,
And far from my head or my brain! But I was
It kills my nerves and my brain,
He doesn't really realize it, and he's not afraid to poison:
And if you told me that, I said,
All this rotting, gobbledygook in your head!
You're too dramatic, romantic
creative; – You see, he's crazy,
It generates time! But it's hard to know
Yes, the older I was, the more morbid alcoholics I was
I met; I'm still injured with life, call
Disappointed: quickly after a long debate!
Then I met after I stopped drinking,
– Well, those who don't, and I saw they were tired
Worn, nerves and brains: soaked with poison,
Baked and toasted, as if in a long drunken dream!
Gender: 4529 (06-06-2014)
Note: The Poet was a licensed drug and alcohol counselor for ten years, serving as director of the Hawthorn Institute and as a senior counselor for dialogue disorders at Riverhills Hospital, Prescott Wisconsin, and the Minnesota Federal and State Prison System. seven years. Drinking for 22 years; and thirty years of common sense.
18) The world is drunk!
Alcohol-soaked roads, scored with salons!
After I enter a salon, I can talk to anyone
Male or female, no matter which city or town!
No stranger in the salon …
Some of them I wrote on my napkin for my poetry!
Smoking cigarettes after smoking until some
One woke me up from the trance.
But how to plan alcohol consumption – trick,
Need to guide you around: work and sleep?
No matter how I designed it, it always was
The first drink. I'd even pay for the oven
Drink with me, relax
From the thought of organizing the task.
And most often I got a
Suggestion to join another drink
At the bar or at the nearby table.
The more salons I went to one night, the more
Jingle in my throat, so I could meet you
Everyone in a small village or town, all in one
Long drunk night! And this is the service
Alcohol makes it. And it never changed where-
I've always traveled the world.
Germany, Switzerland, Amsterdam,
Scottish and soda, beer and wine, barbarian
Or friends, just as weird people, and
Strangers, from one salon to another …
Everyone was a brother: not to order milk.
Gender: 4529 (06-06-2014)
(18) Once upon a time there was a Drunk,
One of my aftercare clients once asked:
"How can you afford to travel around the world?"
He was a federal prisoner, now in a halfway house,
Who served three years under a drunken robbery!
With so many words I said:
"I smoked three packs of cigarettes a day,
And drink at least half a beer! Just add above! "
I added, "This was fifteen years ago, so we have to do it
Doubles it somehow. But the number is: beer, $ 10 dollars
Daily: $ 300 / month; now for the cigarette:
Three packages a day for $ 4.00, then some,
Thirty days, it will be: $ 120 per month.
That's just $ 420 a month for the twelfth! "
He said, "Wow! That's $ 5,040 a year
(or $ 10,080 in today's economy) "
So I said (in 1998) he was just coming back from India
"This recent trip costs me $ 3,800: airline tickets and hotels
And one breakfast a day, plus some extra! therefore,
I got $ 1,240 left over from those beers and cigarettes
I'm not using it anymore. This is how I can afford to do this! "
And looking at me in disbelief, if not strange, he said,
"Really need to travel!" And I kept,
"Yes, I found something better than beer and cigarettes."
Gender: 4530 (06-06-2014)