Jogging the Mind

Hello all,

This is the next of the sequence of 5 poems I like. I wrote this after getting too drunk but, luckily, I did not suffer quite as terribly as the subject of this–quite intense–poem. Anyway, let me know what you think if you decide to read it.

Best,

JCO

B.A.C or Blood Alcohol Conflict
I’m a puddle of blood scabbed pale,
An erected defect of dogpiling flesh, 
Muscle, and bone--a biology of bile,
Spit, and shit laying in the aisle, leaking sex 
And fumigating pheromones wet to the touch; 
I’m a moistened madness of heavy breasts, 
Dark desire—feverish, with a fire inside, 
A fading red-hot coal lump barrumping on,
Thumping, humping, hoping to fill ethylated veins
Feigning life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, 
Pumping a sappy mess through spidered flesh 
Which bursts as boils fresh on a face pocked by 
Pustules picked and plucked--totally fucked--
A metabolic cholic frolics about my gut, 
Discharging discharge in a deluge—
My drunken delusion this was some sort of 
Solution is now my dissolution, 
As saturated blood is supersaturated, 
And as my life is evaporated:
Inebriated, I aspirate until 
Asphyxiated, still completely 
fixated on anything 
else.