ghost

I have no reason to carry on
Goodbyes and hellos
Are now equilaterally related
Joints, alcohol, and everything else
Breeds the most transient friends
It never lasts when you’re sober
Hello, it was nice knowing you.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

2.0

102207a
I feel bad
Killing the ants
That have staked claim
To my bathroom
And wonder
If I inclined
Cauliflower ear
Would I then hear
Happy melodies?
I cannot help
But imagine,
While they go down
The drain,
How much we share
In common.
I also wonder
If ants feel pain
When I crush them
Between my fingers
The same way
I would feel pain
If god picked up
My squirming body
And crushed it.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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102207b
God must have been very lonely
In order to create friends
That stopped talking to him
I cannot help but feel bad
Having been on the outside
Sitting in silence myself.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

A Hang Over Poem

Drinking at a friends house
(Ari’s is like a haven)
(For stupid drunk nights.)
Girls will arrive soon
(I said girls not women purposefully)
But I am drunk
Too drunk to understand
The possibilities
(I’m always too drunk)
(Or too sober)
(And alone.)
I hear sex
From a bedroom
(Very loud moaning sex)
Down to two girls now
One for Ari. One for me?
(They are not pretty.)
Dark blurry vision
My car driver’s seat.
Sunlight.
I sit up slowly:
No shoes, no keys
(Vomit here and there.)
Ari appears in the driveway
Cautiously looking at me
(We stare at each other for a moment)
(Like strangers thrust together)
(Isn’t that what all friends are at first?)

“Let me get your things
Don’t come inside
My parents are freakin out.”
He says almost whispering.
“You were so fucked up dude,
O my god. You were stumbling
And puking out here.”

“I don’t remember.”
I say somberly.

He goes inside
Comes back with my shoes
My phone, my keys
Were in my car door.
As I take my things
I think: how does he do this
So god damned well?
(And leave.)

Honestly, all this
Is quite simply because
I’ve been searching
For someone to help me
Rewrite my life’s story
But I only find bottles
And lonely mornings
Hung over days
Where I sleep in baths
And after that
Vomit repeatedly
Only to go out
And do it all again
(Until there is nothing)
(Left.)
© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.