The Willow Tree Will Keep Our Secrets


There’s a certain appeal to the bruise colored haze at the bottom
of a six-pack. She sits
on the kitchen floor, knees bent
out at acute angles, shuddering shoulder
blades pressing against skin
until the fine human film splits
and she falls – splits down the center

like the bottom of the Colorado mountain valleys we hiked last spring.

The skin of her cheeks would flush in the brisk mornings and I, alone,
learned every shade of tension stretched through her shoulders
when she’d bend
over to wash her hair in the stream.
Like the willow tree bends: graceful

limbs reaching to touch a quivering reflection.


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Unrhymed Poetenry

Alcohol is like war,

All it knows is destroying,

It works like a cobra,

Silently killing the victim!


The drinker goes to the brink of ruin,

Just like Dr. Faustus,

Drinking is like selling one’s life,

To something awfully satanic!


Alcohol is what goodness is not!


Health does not remain wealth to a drinker!

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11 may 2017



By JFarrell


(what happened? My life went mad)



I attended my first job interview this century;

And, they are giving me a chance,

It’s just astounding.



As long as I go to bed sober tonight,

Will be my longest time sober in 15 years

And, that’s just unbelievable.


I may be, finally, changing,

Becoming a better person,

Having a better life;

Equally, I may have lost the plot totally,

And headed for the biggest fall,

Just another waste of space drunk.


I don’t know,

I can’t see clearly,

It’s all too unbelievable;

But, I don’t care,

I’m going to enjoy it,

And dream, for the first time, of a really bright future.


(this is all true, every word, my life went mad)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

it's true



By JFarrell


As I discard the empty wine bottle

And open my 2nd of the day

It is not without a little regret

That I begin to drink


I know this rubbish I drink

Is killing my stomach

Is rotting my teeth

Is (probably) making my depression worse

Is, generally, not good for me




As I finish the 2nd bottle

And go to bed

I will not dream

I will not wake up at 3am

Too scared, too traumatized

To go back to sleep


The oblivion offered by drink

(and drugs, if you’re into that kinda thing)

May be an imperfect remedy

But, it is an imperfect environment we live in

And it works (at a cost)



Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is not an endorsement or encouragement of alcoholism, just because i'm stupid is no reason for you to be :)

my dad

He is so happy and so enthused


he plays his violin and is very amused


everyone tells him how good he can play


but he says he cannot play that way everyday.


People wonder how that could be


when obviously he can play, you can see


but when he is sober he is scared and afraid


that he will not like the song that he made.


Even though it is beautiful, and even though it is pure,


he says he needs the alcohol, and that is for sure,


to help dull his senses just enough


and make playing the violin a little less tough.


I hope that one day he will learn to play


the violin in a less threatening way


so that he too can hear the sound


 without all of his other senses bringing him down.

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ALzheimer's is

caused by

ALuminum cookware, deodorants, foil, cans


ALL amyloid plaque, contained in meats and fishes



AL Gore

AL Schweitzer

AL Einstein

ALexander Pope

ALec Baldwin

AL Sharpton

in leaving behind the meat fish which cause Alzheimer's.


  -saiom shriver-



36 causes of Alzheimer's

Amyloid Plaque and Alcohol and Alzheimer's

Alcohol and Alzheimer's


Lower Bunk Karma


Lower Bunk Karma


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He described to his listener

being in the army, coming

back to his barracks drunk

climbing to the top bunk.


He awoke as his

buddy in the bottom bunk

complained that the

vomit was dripping down

onto him.


He looked over the side

and saw it also dripping

onto the floor and in

it his money was swimming.


That was the last time

he ever took a drink.


Then there was the woman

at an AA lead who

said she woke up

screaming at the people

who were invading her

bedroom until she

realized that with too

much to drink she'd

fallen asleep in

the elevator.


This writer was told

by a psychic that I

once died of alcoholism

in a French gutter.


-saiom shriver-


I haven't had a joint in 20 years but know it is a pain reliever,

which doesn't cause cirrhosis of the liver or domestic battering

or barfights.

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Old Man Charlie


Old man Charlie weeps

Drowns in sorrow he keeps

As old as hops brewed ale

Charlie of old gale


Old man Charlie seeks

Stability in seat

As old as hound who sleeps

Charlie of loose teeth


Old man Charlie finds

In due time, a divine

As old as church bell rings

Charlie of deep sleep

Author's Notes/Comments: 

please comment and give insights! thank you

You are dying

1. You are not special because you have a sadness that sleeps within your spine.

You do not require attention.

No one has to love you.

2. Vicodin will not ease your pain. 

It will not bring back your unborn children.

They will not make him un-touch you.

They do not make you more alive.

3. Rum is not a cure for not feeling your body in the morning.

It doesn't make him love you.

It doesn't make your mother care.

4. Sad songs do not make you feel better.

Sad songs aren't a fix for your broken heart.

Do not relate to them.

5. Your therapist is right.

Do not ignore her.

Do not take more pills.

6. Do not sleep with him.

He does not love you.

He can't fix you.

Fix yourself.

7. Do not read old blood stained suicide notes.

They are not beautiful.

Do not be proud.

8. You are not beautiful.

You are dying.

Stop saying his name.

Stop painting his name in red.

9.You are dying.

Stop wishing for him.

You are dying. 

He doesn't love you.

10. You are dying.

Stop fighting the paramedics.