Ramblings of a man who should not have a pen

[Miles]

I got really drunk and wrote this in a feverish marathon session during class a couple of weeks ago. I forgot about it until now when I was going through my notebook. I guess it's adequate, but I'm going to get down to refining and tweaking it eventually. See if you can see me getting drunker as I write it. =P

Season Embittered

Where once they were my bed
It now seems I'm in over my head
In dead leaves

And there they lay
The broken battered words
That bore a childlike
Message overhead
Floating like a lofty leaf on the wind
Descending to its fate
In the no-man's land
Of another unwelcome place to wait.
A letter grade arbitrarily made
Stacked on stacked on stacked on
Piles of useless paper
The dead defiled ancestors
Of a lovely memory once held
In my hands.
Once and even still
The white blanket overhead
Greeted me with protective smiles
And while the colors dance
In change: I built a lovely tomb
To hold my memories on the range.
They floated wildly
In the abstract silver spoon
Cupping this silken earth of mine
Above the knowing plane
Withheld so soon.

(An angel by the sea
Disagreed wholeheartedly
With me
The albatross who beats its wings
Confused an angel's what
With an angel's who;
The angel condemned me
For calling that silly white bird
Just another stupid bird
But he condemns me wrongly
Ignoring my sweet naive hypocrisy
For I was born of two
Crazy animals who sweated pure
Humanity, swallowing
The leaves of the earth.)

Recital recital recital recital.
Dirty screams are muffled by
Recital recital recital recital.
Primal (honest) screams of fear
Are muffled by
Recital recital recital recital.
Recitation citation citation citation
Citation citation redoit.
And I'm forced to guess
If burning leaves is okay.
And I, oh how I love leaves
And how I love to burn
What I love.
Regret. I could have told you
Everything I knew.
Trust. That you can make it
Without my views.
And I, oh how I viewed
Burning crusted forgotten leaves.
In barrels reflecting sunlight.
On earth that focused moonlight.
Ignorant and knowing all
We ever needed to know.
And all my precious clouds
Can never hope to thwart the sun.
And every frozen touch
That I could hope to love
Will never save me from the sandy
Words threatening to bury me
In spite of gifts of brandy
That try to spit (favors)
Help me to forget
As we all might wish on occasion
(Angel touch)
((Fuego dark))
Christ hold it over me
Like a sponge of fire dripping
Suds of bubbly thinking
Dripping from the corners of his mouth.
But now the burn subsides
Into focus I must ride
As long as I can
This filthy influence
(And each leaf must carry its filth)
Can only poison what I felt
To be a vital vein
Yet immunities remain
To stabilize
The fire red yellow orange
In my eyes...
It probably will survive...
Slipping by a windy command
Where by a godly or godless hand
The gold and white
Inevitable release of earthen lifely spite
And naturally
We fear the sun at night.
But I will never stop loving this season, even if
Where once they were my bed
It now seems I'm in over my head
In dead leaves.

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I might post some more of my feeble attempts at the written word later on.