poemranker ::Replying

ReplyTo a comment on What's Poetry by Sasha.

SupremeDreamer20 Jun 2004

I've written while binged for upto a week and a half, demented and slightly psychotic with tricks of the eyes and voices that didn't exist--

But I didn't make something as bloated or warped in skewed
thought and word as this. And there are those who tell me that meth is worse than alcohol on the mind? Liquored thoughts make paranoid meth delusions look like a walk in the park when it comes to functioning to the best of ones inebriated ability.

Plus, I don't switch languages like changing clothes.. often and suddenly in the middle of where-ever. I'm limited to phrases or sayings-- and thats only french when it applies.

I try to atleast attempt to make a senseless rant comprehensible... or give it a thin line to connect the fragmented mess I made together.

But the above piece? Is long island saying it might be cool to write while wasted in stupor, starting simple and fragmenting like one who spouts random things to nothing in particular.

Well, anyway, that covers everything that I just had to babble, so toodles sister ice 'n liquor, peace be the journey and calm be the islands of drunken hic-ups.