Acetaldehyde Dehydrogenase Deficiency

Corralled in the narrow alley
An incalculable mass of humanity
Drunkenly bumbles and stumbles along,
Skipping in hiccuping rhythm,
Belting (and belching) drinking songs,
With the flow of the fleshy river.

Saturday Service at the Church of ING

Dank air, thick and heavy
As gaseous molasses,
lazily ferments in this amber rusted barrel
Of soulful blues and bad tobacco.

Faithful, old drunks slowly sway,
Inebriated from breathing kill-devil air.
They sing wailing gospels of woe
In harmony with Lucille on the record player.

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Is There A Message In A Bottle

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We have heard of looking for a message in a bottle
What do those words really mean as we contemplate
If we really found the message would we know it
Or maybe we would we realize it just a little too late.

Must We ? – Monorhyme Poem

Poetry challenge: Monoryhme.

Must we all be liars, shivering, afraid

In the beds we made?

The pasts we trade?

The present a pleasant, coffee-hit parade;

While constantly we fail to make the grade;

What We Want Most

Revel in the scars

still bleeding out for attention:

Begging for mercy to no one,

our voices echo as empty seashells

lapping at our tormenters’ feet.