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Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Alcohol. Ian Lewis Copestick

              

People sometimes ask me
Why do I keep drinking
When I've been told so
Many times that it
Could kill me. 

Well, you know
Some people just don't 
Understand, if drink could
Kill me, it doesn't mean a
Thing, because I sure as
Hell couldn't live without it.

Me and the world just don't
Get along unless there's one
Thing or another flowing
Through my bloodstream
And although I know that
Alcohol can be harmful, it
Doesn't kill you as easily
As drugs.

 I have tried many
Different drugs many
Different times, I tried heroin
For over 10 years, but still I
Keep coming on back to
My favourite, it's alcohol and
It always will be, it just helps
You through so many things.
If you're happy you drink to
Celebrate, if you are unhappy
You drink to commiserate
Or you just drink because
There's nothing else to do. 

Life would be so boring without
alcohol. 

Believe me I've tried

It.

 I don't want to again.





Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer ( I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash 

Monday, October 22, 2018

SONATA & FUGUE For BUZZARD IN FLIGHT. by Terrence Sykes




… for the disappointed
buzzard  who discovered
upon dusk laden landscape
I was merely passed out
from drinking too much
… & not dead 







Terrence Sykes is a GASP Gay Alcoholic Southern Poet & was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia.     Although he is a far better cook &  gardener – his  poetry - photography - flash fiction has been published in India, Mauritius,Scotland, Spain and the USA. ..Other interests include heirloom vegetable research & foraging wild edibles .