The sound of neon lights
The smell of cheap whiskey
The cloud of cigarette smoke
The uneven floors so sticky.
This reflection of my life
That once bared all of the above
Was all that I had ever known
Naturally, I mistook it for love.
Sleeping on a concrete floor
Used my shirt as a pillow
The grit and grime was so thick
You’d have to scrub with a Brillo.
Paydays would come and go
The routine was always the same
Buying all the alcohol I could carry
Hallucinogenics were always fair game.
To get dreadfully wasted away
“Trying to forget who I was”
Such a crock-of-shit thing to say
I was only looking for the buzz.
When you’re twenty-one or twenty-seven
You can’t claim to know who you really are
Fact is, you’re just a sad confused little punk
Wasting away your youth, haggard in a bar.
© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com
Brutally honest piece. I’ve been there myself. It’s funny now to look back and realize how completely full of shit I was about most things.
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Haha right? I think you just come along and find a time n your life where you just don’t care an own up to your bullshit.
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Agree. And another revelation for me was also realizing everyone else is full of shit too. Not a single one of us really knows anything. I think George Carlin had a bit about that.
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Ok… Good one. Here’s another. I remember getting really sad during a Charles Manson interview when he talked about everything we do is just a mirrored image of something that we’ve already seen before. I got super bummed out when I realized it may be true that there is little to no originality or authenticity anymore.
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Hmm. That’s a good point. I guess we can just try to be original in the way we present our unoriginality?
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Deal 👍 just keep doing what we are doing. I’m having fun. Or am I full of shit? Lol. Oh well
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This resonates so much, it took me back, happily, to those experiences, wonderful
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Glad you liked it. Thank you so much. 🤗
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Powerful words. Nicely done. Yep, I could see, smell and feel that sticky bar floor. lol Great job. You got talent… like I said before. Have a great night. Sue
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Thank you so much Sue😉
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Ugh sticky bar floors. So glad I grew up. Great piece, Joseph.
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Me too lol. Thank you so much
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Nicely written poem, Joseph of the olden days sweating and making things work out in a bar.
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Lol. Thank you so much👍
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Great word play!
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Thank you, thank you. 🎩
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Good flow and your poem drew up some gritty images that are *cringe* so real.
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Glad you liked it. Thank you so much 🎩
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A great piece of ‘Outlaw poetry’, reminds me of kerouac, Hirschman, Bukowski et al, americana noir poetry, love it Joseph.
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That’s very flattering. As you have named a few of my favorites. Also a big Ginsberg fan. Thank you so much. Glad you liked it🎩
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Brutal, J. But beautifully dark, simple in its complexity and so starkly real and relatable. I’ve felt some of these things…you penned it so well. Hope you know I am a fan of yours 😉😏
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Your comment is like poetry lol. Thank you so much. I hope you know that I am extremely grateful for a loyal fan. 🎩 means a lot👍
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Wow! Intense imagery. I’m sorry life was this difficult. Isn’t it funny how the worst part of life can turn into an amazing poem. Gritty,realistic,and sad. The fact that you climbed out of that pattern is admirable. Thank you for sharing. Well done!
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Thank you so much. The problem is that I put myself in that situation too many times. I had a good home and every opportunity… I just chose the “rock and roll” lifestyle for many years. Very exhausting.
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Don’t beat yourself up over a lifestyle that has a glamorous appeal and can beckon those who are submersed in it.. But you broke the pattern. I was in an all girl rock band in the late 60’s. I understand the rock-n-roll life. While I never found myself in the dire straits you did, it was more about the decade I grew up in, the restrictions of women that kept me sheltered. Had I been born later who knows. I quit my band and left for college. But when Janis Joplin played music at my university and fell off the stage in a stoned state, I saw what might have been my future had I not changed course. And yet, while I was embarrassed for her slurred words, i still envied her being on stage and performing. I switched to theatre arts and performed on stage that way in stead. But to this day, if I go to a Joan Jett concert, I miss playing guitar and rocking out on stage. It’s seductive. Let your music be in your words. Then YOU are in control of your creativity.
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So cool. Thank you so much for a different view of it. Makes me feel better. 🤓
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You are a dynamite writer. This was so intense and relatable in nature to me. All I’ve got to say is “WOW!” 🙂
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Thank you so much. You’re too nice. I just grab a pen and let it rip, then edit and hope everyone can take something away from it. So glad you liked it. 🎩
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I most certainly did. 🙂
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Talent!!!👏👏👏👏👏
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👍Thanks again. Hope all is well. How are your students? Last we talked about their open discussions.
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You’re more than welcome!!
Yes, all is well, thanks!
My students are well!! We take ADVANTAGE of your blogs!! Your writing helps them to make an effort towards their journey.
One student related to your addiction. He said “Woow, Ms. J, I’m not alone. He can relate to me and I can relate to him.” He want to create a blog, because he see from your writing, it helps.
During lecture, we read over your blogs, because it’s life, truth, blunt, and reality. You touch bases on what’s really going on.
I try my best to expand their mind… To dare to be different. To make use of WRITING and Reading!!
Writing and Reading Heals!! They take us to another world!!
The semester will be over soon. When we are disappointed with hopes the days will slow down.
Every class I teach I LOVE!! I form a bond with my students, because I care.. I want them to have a voice and to be heard…
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That’s so important for them to have the encouragement to be artistic and creative. To have a positive outlet. I had some issues that I dealt with when I was younger and a lot of the time it wasn’t the best way to go about it, because I didn’t know any better and I was afraid to talk to anyone about how I felt. So I was a self-destructing introvert that acted like an extrovert when it was convenient and only made a fool of myself most of the time. I was very confused and bottled and explosive… anxiety-ridden and extremely depressed and didn’t know what any of that was at the time. Mistook it and channeled it into anger, towards others and myself. It’s not until now that I am really starting to figure some stuff out… crazy!!! lol
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No, it’s not crazy… not at all.
It’s your testimony!! Therefore you can relate to others and others can relate to you.
You are among the few who do not judge people flaws, because you’ve been there and done that…
That’s why I BELIEVE you are called to write.
We have to go through sometime to live, learn and to tell our story.
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Absolutely.
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