Drunken Morphology

Finger shaking intellectualism
“I know this one”
licksliding Jagerbomb
flicksniding barkeep,
yanking jeans over muffintop creams
“I know this one”.

“What do you know?”
Dark ballyale potbellied dirk
grins copping ample bunned cleavage
exhaling halitosis drool.

Cold blue eye stare

“The meaning of fucking life”

~ by RepressedSoul on January 3, 2012.

Posted in Musings
Tags: drunkeness, freud, philosophy

20 Responses to “Drunken Morphology”

Good poetry. Good illustration to accompany it. Thank you for sharing.

blueturtle7645 said this on January 3, 2012 at 7:21 pm | Reply
woohoo.. shan is in the house… and with a great poem…love the word plays and would love to hear you read this!!

claudia said this on January 3, 2012 at 8:23 pm | Reply
what do you really know…ha aome wonderful words you use shan and capture the moment well…now anout that meaning…smiles….

brian miller said this on January 3, 2012 at 8:51 pm | Reply
grand poem my lady… after I get drunk for the first time, I’ll come back here & give you a better comment

Anthony Desmond said this on January 3, 2012 at 10:42 pm | Reply
Oh, I just want to run… quite an aversion brought up in me! Wonderful feeling in this.

Bodhirose said this on January 3, 2012 at 10:58 pm | Reply
Ooh…this is a feisty little number. I sense your language could have been stronger here Great to see you writing & thank hun xo

Louise said this on January 3, 2012 at 11:09 pm | Reply
Great poem… oh muffin tops…

marousia said this on January 3, 2012 at 11:11 pm | Reply
this is absolutely brilliant. thanks for sharing, you have a new reader!

Robotic Rhetoric said this on January 3, 2012 at 11:23 pm | Reply
Bukowski lives!!

jannie funster said this on January 3, 2012 at 11:24 pm | Reply
You already know I think this is the cat’s pyjamas – licksliding/flicksniding – wonderfully lush!

Carys said this on January 4, 2012 at 12:03 am | Reply
damn! right…and write on! nicely done!!!!

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2012/01/03/look-me-in-the-eye-when-you-say-goodbye/

Kellie Elmore said this on January 4, 2012 at 12:59 am | Reply
You got me with the title. I had to read and then I was really hooked. This is incredible.

Beth Winter said this on January 4, 2012 at 2:23 am | Reply
love the raw edgy tone of this piece Shan.

these three lines a real perverse joy to read

Dark ballyale potbellied dirk
grins copping ample bunned cleavage
exhaling halitosis drool.

imagery is the bomb. xC.

christi moon said this on January 4, 2012 at 2:34 am | Reply
Well perhaps the meaning of “his” life is a simpler equation than the rest of ours.

darkangelwrites said this on January 4, 2012 at 3:37 am | Reply
Yikes! “exhaling halitosis drool” bleh….but wonderful imagry throughout.. if you’re gonna get nailed by hooch…this is da way to do it! Now, excuse me, while I sleep this off….

1emeraldcity said this on January 4, 2012 at 5:54 am | Reply
This poem is just superb! Fucking superb, in fact!

peterwilkin said this on January 4, 2012 at 3:20 pm | Reply
this is great. i love the imagery.

first line -> amazing

yanking jeans over muffin top

well, everyone else said it all already

zongrik said this on January 4, 2012 at 4:36 pm | Reply
Said with spiky feeling Shan.. can see it all overflowing before my very eyes.. This spits and makes me squirm..brilliant.

beckykilsby said this on January 4, 2012 at 4:55 pm | Reply
superb… you got this down cold… i felt like a cringing bar mat

Arron Shilling (@ArronShilling) said this on January 4, 2012 at 5:24 pm | Reply
LMFAO!
♥

dani said this on February 9, 2012 at 5:46 am | Reply