Rockstar - A Sonnet

This is a sonnet to rockstar poets

Who bashed out a verse with trashed up nerves

Crushed by their tangle with cutie lovelets

Just goes to show you what love sometimes serves

Not the quintessential cupid struck nerds

Who drum up a thought out cerebral verse

These hedonistic psychos - naught reserves

Sadly, dear buggers, end up hoarse or worse

Tom Waits, Bob Dylan, with the said curse

Are examples of these shining comets

They live from mouth to purse and the reverse

Their pri-or-ity is always the hits

It's not very rockstar to write like this

'cept I've been up all night - should I be pissed?

07.09.10

Ode to Drink!

Memories intertwine in a bliss

When I on the knee of Bacchus rest

Oblivious to the impending doom

Which surrounds my drunken nest

Oh, how great when we cavorted

Blessed times inebriation distorted

When I was in a moments NOW

Ecstatic forgetful catharsis

I'll drink again for mountain states -

That ecstacy of estrangment

From all that's chained me to a self

Built of efficiency arrangements

So kiss me girl in my drunken mind

Before I become to sober

Or nervousness creeps in the way

And the cruel world splits us asunder

02.09.10