1
I know the rules
still I tap the gas
test the flame
mouth open
beggin for the burn
the world says wait
I say fuck that
I’ve never paid attention to warnins
2
my voice shakes
when I sing
too honest
too raw
I liked it better
when the notes blurred with whiskey
3
sobriety feels like
holdin glass in my mouth
and callin it recovery
spit or swallow
either way
I’m gonna bleed
4
silence from the radio
fingers drummin anxiety
into the wheel
red stretches too long
like it wants me to think
that’s the real danger
thinkin
5
there’s blood in my metaphors again
guess that means I’m feelin
guess that means I’m alive
guess that means I’m still not done
cuttin pieces off myself
and callin it art








This is raw and open. You are alive and have a lot of things to do. Like driving when the light turns green.
I love this!
It does feel like we hack away at ourselves for the sake of expression.
When we don’t it doesn’t feel finished, at least for me.
Enjoyed the read
Excellent poetic testimony on what poetry and life can be with raw and unvarnished. Well written indeed.
John