mad drunk genius

I used to have all sorts of problems. Now there's just the one.

Tag: dreams

Everything above is gray; what’s below is green.

Everything is a fine scurrying about between permanent stillness.

It’s not the pretty day got me out the house, but the event.
This truly is a holy day.

Soon all the quaint homes with moss-green roofs will be gone.
But the moss only for a little while.

Language is meant to coordinate our solar batteries into some
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Junky: A drunken quotation in lyric

“I heard a laugh behind me on the street.
It was a junky laugh.
You know, like when you’re waking from a dream &
Make a noise that sounds like from far away.
He was right behind me
But out of reach.”

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O Lord, break their teeth in their mouths

I was falling asleep by Oklahoma City, but pushed on past Tulsa to the border. I slept at the visitor’s center in parking lot, safe from all those damn Okies.

What a sad life I live these days, hung over at 3 a.m.

Now, the python scares me, but as a child I nailed a rattlesnake to the floor (straight into the wood) and chopped its rattle in half. Once I cut off its head, the body’s jerking put me to flight.

I left the land of my ancestors, I department from my parents’ shack, and walked to a bar adjacent, serving beer and showing sports. I ordered water and a Dr Pepper, but still awoke with a great thirst.


“Can I help you?”
“Whiskey sour.”
“One of those days, huh?”
It’s 2 p.m.
“Aren’t they all?”
It’s Thursday.

“When you’re sober and the person talking to you is drunk, the conversation doesn’t make sense, does it? But when you’re drunk, and the other person is drunk, you understand each other perfectly,” says the Chicago police officer in the bar. He turns to me. “Does that make sense?”

“No. But maybe I’m not drunk enough.”


I miss a fellow to bar-hop with.
——(It’s raining outside the bar.)
Cloves clover zinfindel.
——Anyway, I imagine us together, pregnancies, family career, gray hairs, and I’m
—— happy, but I know I haven’t the consistency for it.
(It’s raining a lot outside.)
——Oh! My investment.
——O Lord, break their teeth in their mouths.

But that’s because the rattlesnake is immortal, and if we let it find its head,
we’ll never know it’s coming. (A dream.)
How long, O Lord, how long?

——The fellow at the bar said water was bad treatment for a hangover, but I’ve
——disregarded his advice on this. “Rumplemince.” Name does give me the willies.

I had a conversation with the devil the other day

I sat down at my usual table and ordered my usual a drink. Orange juice, not beer, as it was still early in the morning. I saw him walking up the street towards me wearing a smile, and immediately I knew something was amiss. The devil grins, now and again, but to be happy with me? I had done nothing in his service, so far as I could recall, so he should have no reason for bliss.

“My boy,” he said, as he sat down beside me, “I just had the most wonderful dream, but I can’t remember what it was.”

“Well devil,” said I, asking the obvious question, “if you can’t remember, how do you know that you dreamed at all?”

“I suppose I don’t,” he said, but nothing more. He ordered a drink and I watched him closely for I could sense he was leading me to a place I didn’t want to go.

“You bring up a good point,” the devil said as his drink arrived, “What is the difference between a dream forgotten and one never begotten?”

“One happened, the other did not,” I replied simply. I wouldn’t allow him to lead me astray.

“But a dream is something that exists solely as a memory, that being yours,” he argued, “For you to forget it would almost seem to invalidate its existence entirely.”

“Almost seem,” I agreed, “but it wouldn’t.”

“In practice, though,” he continued, “would there be any difference between a dream that was unremembered and one that never happened?”

“In practice, no,” I admitted.

“Then did I dream last night, or didn’t I?” the devil asked with a grin.

“God only knows,” I said simply.

I had hoped to make him frown, but he only grinned wider. He finished his drink and left some money on the table, then began to go on his way again.

“God only knows, indeed.”