lark
All
look at any great writer or artist
and i’ll bet a booze addiction
had something to do with it.
(Fueled it or quelled it)
when i say “great writer”
it’s my own personal taste
I’m speaking of those who
are most likely truly offensive
or make you blush
or embarrassed
or cry
or make the pit of your stomach ache
with the beauty and the passion
that is brought to life
through the mere use of words.
a great writer has seen and done
what no one should have
to experience
until they imagine it
in another’s personal account
or story.
A writer can capture the very essence
of how much beauty there is
in tragedy, travesty
they know it, live it
so well
can still taste and smell
and are so tormented
and haunted
by the memories
of what has been done
and what has been seen.
all the shameful acts
and dirty thoughts.
once the blood is on your hands
there’s no going back.
booze it up baby!
somehow you have to numb out
the constant overstimulation
that plagues the brain
and the flood waters of emotion
that could make one absolutely
insane
so it’s the only way.
booze!
and thats what i’ll say
is my justification for
the harmonious relationship
between drugs, booze
and the plight of the artist.
if you can’t somehow rope in
and hog tie
the weight of the world
and the human condition
that you were lucky enough
to inherit as yours and yours alone.
be sensitive to
and feel compassion and
responsibility for
then what will happen
in the solitary fight,
in your own private battle
deep inside your own mind.
Creating.
Writing.
to make everything
in the entire fucked up
world right
it won’t end well
so booze it up baby!
and don’t apologize.