My hat tipped to destruction

when my blood is alcohol
i find the world to be amplified
it is filled with back-boned structures
and natural wonders
however
i will tip my hat to destruction
because order can be a bore
the breaking of a bottle or a chair
by ones own hand makes for an interesting moment
it is exhilarating and invigorating
i tip my hat to nature and her disasters
the tornado
hurricane
monsoon
and volcano
erupt
i tip my hat to the ever expanding universe
and its obliterating stars
to the solar flares
comets and meteors
i tip my hat to destruction
for it builds anew

-JG

A dwindling thought process

pain is art
internal anguish
a driving force
disordered emotion and the like
i want to strike it down with a drink
but oh how I will start to sink
and slip
further into an abysmal void
i do enjoy the journey
the way back is tiresome
i prefer to stay

-JG

The big e string and an analog synth

i am a lost shadow in an inebriated blur
pin me to the floor
with the needles that stab
my metaphorical heart
i will bask in your silhouette
until you tear me
from the decrepit
decaying earth
throw away my pieces as if i were
a lacerated garbage bag
with you i am persona non grata
when i said truly
i meant it
i must be a dispirited masochist

-JG