Drunken Mess

Drunken Mess

by Husam (Sam) Salman

Man I've offered you the gates of sanctuary
What ever happened to the Vodka I brought over, Thursday night

 you didn’t see me complaining
standing there skulking as if we are not right there 2/17/2013.
I can't believe my mind.
Man when will we end the internal war?
Go fuck yourself with your “Go fuck yourself”.
I was tripping and you didn’t care how I felt, or anyone else felt.
I wanted to write this poem in my right mind – left minded.
Man when will you stop tipping the bottle all the way back? 

I miss the laughs of a happier more sober pal.
When will you shed the constant want to dull the nerves?
When will you be satiated in life with yourself?

Look at yourself through our eyes much?
When will you be worthy of your happiness?
Man, why are your governess’ so full of bad advice?
And Man, when will you send yourself the message that you need a break?
I'm sick of your outbursts and thoughtlessness.

When have my good looks convinced you of anything?  

Tip back that glass and watch nothing happen quickly – again and again.

Man, after all is said and done - more is said than done

It’s you and I who are imperfect, but in our world we work to
achieve better.
Your chaos is three much for me though.
You made me want to be sober forever.
There must be some other way to settle the storm in your mind.
Iriart is going on about Spain again
it's the solace of the story she’s got to grip onto.
Are you being intentional or is this some form of humor I’ve since missed?
You don’t seem to want to listen to what I’m saying anyway.
I stand firm upon my point too.
Dude, stop pushing back, I’m a processor and know what I'm doing.
Man, now blood drops are falling…
I haven't opened a book in weeks, everyday
somebody says, “ain’t” or “aksed” before my floor dropped jaw.
Man, I feel sorry for the hobos with no home.
But brother, I used to be existential when I was a kid
And I didn’t care then.
I’ll smoke a bowl just to forget the times around me.
I sit there to forget the shelter-less women and a world of

starving children and my financial woes

When I go to the Eagle I get faded and never want to get laid.
But want to do lines alone at home in front of my X-Tube

Those guys will never treat me any different

My mind is made up and I want to get into trouble.
You should have seen me reading Dostoyevsky, Camus and Nin.
I say the Lord's Prayer in the moments of remembrance.
I have visions of everyone’s possible futures and feel what you feel empathically.
Man, I didn’t tell you, but there was this one time when you…
My mind came home from a trip to India.

Yeah you – I’m talking to you.

Are you going to let your adult life be dictated by reality TV,

the Soup and Fashion Police?

I'm obsessed with the Soup.
But I don’t get cable
Hulu us my retreat candy store, tome library

Unemployed  

I have yet to work for an ethical businessman here in LA.

TV producers are more serious, Dena Salman.
Am I ever serious, about anything?
It occurs to me that I am, at times, “that man”.
It seems this has been more for me than it has been for you…

…or has it? 

He’s either wearing a blue-tooth device or he’s schizo.  

China is winning all, but Korea can drink them all under the table!
Checking stock and inventory

Seems like time is running low on reserves

My stash consist of two joints and a few pills – give aways (give always)
Gasoline millions for fueling private lives to putter into different directions
private homes, lives and poetry tales of what you wish would ever end

Happily Ever After

If I connected all my poems together into one line at 11 pt font

…it could make it could make a trip to the moon and back - twice.
Just kidding – I made that up.

My dog is more-well traveled than 87% of Americans – and always will be

I have a house on an island in the Mediterranean, just south of France,

I’ll run away there when all else hits the fan

Don’t hate me for saying such nice things

You can have what you want too but envy and hate are not good tools

Of attaining such goals
One of my former ambitions was to be President despite the fact that
I'm foreign born.

Doctor seemed more logical – brain surgeon – thanks mom for pushing me

(Hey gurl!!)

So dude,

how can I write a mantra or litany to your silly
issue?  You have to care first.
Man, I’m going to send you the cleaning bill for the bloody couch

Broken entry table

And messy kitchen – thank you Dad for Zen methods of cleaning

Who knew someone could spill the same bottle…twice…

So listen, I like you but there’s a wall

We’re friends, but there’s a wall.
This isn’t a, “America safe from the Mexicans taking our jobs” sort of wall
- Some things have got to change
Brother; I am the Boy Scout to your badge.
Call me crazy or call me shaman;

When I was seven I talked to the trees

Communing eucalyptus tree sold us screaming home

Busted knee, from shaking ground – Ventura Barranca

Thank you BF Todd and the BEST brother one could ask for –

Jon Salman – Tee Blitz

Hand over fist for movie ticket dollars

Blue light special were MY reality and I know what

Government cheese taste like!!

So don’t you sit there in your high tower and bitch at me on

How tough it is…take another pill and be numb of me

Of yourself, your pathetic issues and responsibility – don’t talk it out

Bitterly provide for the ungrateful – leaves you unhappy/confused

Thank you sex

Simply ignoring it will make it go away – right?

I’m sure just one drink won’t hurt – PUNCH

I’m sure a wine bar will not be that bad –

But I swear by the time you left

After you yelled at me again,

Your lips have been stained by the blood of Christ

Take a look – the mirror awaits, it’s kind of gross.

You gave this heartfelt speech on how things

“Must Change” and how unhappy you are

What store – what are you getting?

Working on core values

What do you know of core values

Friends, concern and/or consideration?

Everyone must have a moment even if only fleeting

That it must awaken and I say to me, what part of that am “I” responsible for?

I’ll own that…what part are you going to own?

Man, you don't really want to go to war with me –

I’m a sovereign country – but a tough gun and have lots of allies
So brother, I’ll say it one last time –

Get a fucking grip of yourself – toasting me while skidding your way to a shallow grave!

Man is this right?
You’d better get started quickly.
My sight has vast patches of darkness approaching quickly
In precedence to the past, I'm nearsighted but that’s a doom

Surely to come

Brother, I can only tell you there’s a block; you have to find a way around it.

Put down the want for the need.