Accused: Fueled on booze
No
Incorrect
Booze had never been a fuel
a high-grade lubricant which kept his fast spinning gears from sparkling
friction and
red overheating
Yes
during a good jag between bouts
he
doused himself in cool showers
and that which hamstrung him
staggered
and interrupted him
was
when he recognised how he smelled
when he caught a
good whiff of himself and uttered-- Wha the fuck then wanted to hold his breath
things entered him
then
passed out of him as quickly as they possibly could
he wasnt a safe playground
nothing
overstayed or extended its welcome
regardless
of his overwhelming weening generosity
his
arms thrown wide open
evincing warmth a palpable kindness
though evidently his interior wasnt hospitable
inside he was a holy
fucking terror
glass bottles toppled onto their sides making lazy turns in games of
spin-the-bottle
that were never to be played
he was unapologetic
a car doesnt whine about its motor
oil
And in the overarching hubris
of his gluttonous imagination
It a massive single-celled organism
engorged itself
fondled with tentacles its way forward without inconvenience or brook
for all he knew
he may be a dastardly ugly thing
riding atop brown or clear oils or slime
riding a veritable Slip-n-Slide
down a green grassy knoll onto a silicate-sparkling
concrete street
1604, Monday,
13 10. 14
