I finally finished I (May) Be Drunk. The covers are brown bags with a lino cut. I'm bringing two downtown to Bizarro Wuxtry. Big ups to the kids who included illustrations (but sadly, they haven't been included with this run; tried to finish/format before Fluke during Popfest and f'ed up my process). PROCRASTINATION but at least it is in print. Thanks for reading.
Here in a few excerpts:
I (May) Be A Drunk is autobiographical fiction. The names have been omitted because they might be mine or yours. I’ve slurred shared sentences into a blurred sentiment of consumption. Alcohol gives these asides absurdity. Tally marks tell tales like these.
You’ll see.
5/1
Is(n’t) there something alluring about being a drunk (punk)?
slammin your way through beers / only to wind up here
on the bank of the mississippi / noli me tangere
React. Breaking the bank here at home. It is(n’t) something i’m proud of.
This. This role I assumed. Assumed was in me already with cups that I carry. Dixie.
My new aligned accoutrements are me, M.C. It all starts with a koozie
saying “my struggle to remain healthy is killing me.”
Drink up. Same day, different day job.
Happy May Day, mommy.
I’m a keg zombie.
@ THE SWIMMING HOLE
scratch the surface of the self
submerge
stretch
shoulders shutter
scrub the shit from between your ears
smoke
swimming the hole
swat the flies and smile
sharpen your stilo on the stone
sit
shift
sit
scratch
silence
smell
straighten up
ship out
smile at the sunshine
surely it’s something to shine on
5/14
scream at me / break the silence of being alone / at least i made it home
what do you want me to say / same shit same day
lose or win it’s my fault / it’s my inspiration
seems so fleeting like retreating / but it just goes on and on repeating
sitting sorting out the sound / i miss so much of being around
but not as much as the city’s sensuality
so many memories / baggage that i carry
it’s so damn scary / kids committing harakiri
suicide / i whisper slowly soothes insides
in anxiety guilty as charged can i be
what do you expect to see / aside from another blacked out sea
its (maybe) just (you and) me
