I WANT TO BE A SOUTHERN WRITER

I'MA BE DEAD BY THE TIME I'M 49
DEAD WITH A GUN NEXT TO MY BODY
NO BULLET HOLES OR NUTHIN'
IT WEREN'T NO BULLETS KILLED ME
IT WERE THE CHICKEN BONE
I GOT LODGED IN MY THROAT

DRUNK SONNET 59

I APOLOGIZE TO ALL MY FRIENDS FOR MY DISAPPEARANCE
FOR MY NOT CALLING, MY STRANGENESS,
FOR ALL THE DRINKS I WON'T HAVE TIME TO BUY YOU
FOR ALL THE DRINKS I OWE YOU, FOR THE TIME

I WOULD RATHER HAVE FRIENDS THAT I LOVE
THAN A LOVER THAT DOESN'T LOVE MY FRIENDS
I WOULD RATHER GIVE MY LOVE TO MY FRIENDS
UNTIL I FIND A LOVER QUITE DESERVING

FORTHCOMING FROM DANIEL BAILEY AND FRIENDS:
MUNCIE ON FIRE, BEFORE MAY, BEFORE WE ALL LEAVE
BEFORE ALL OF THIS ENDS

I FEEL SO MUCH LIKE A POP PUNK SONG RIGHT NOW
THIS FEELING IS GREAT, LIKE DEFEATING THE NAZIS
I WANT TO SAVE THIS FUTURE HISTORY INSIDE US

DRUNK SONNET 58

I HAVE MELTED THE BULLSHIT ACROSS MY CHEST
I HAVE SMELT IT EVERY NIGHT
EVEN IF I HAVE NOT DELT IT
FUCK THIS POEM

FUCK ALL THESE POEMS
FUCK ALL POEMS
POEMS CANNOT CONSOLE
POEMS ARE ALL LIKE WHA WHA WHA

THIS POEM IS A SHITBOMB
SMEARED ACROSS THIS PAGE
BY A MOTHERFUCKING TERRORIST

IT IS BLOWING UP REALLY HARD
AND WITHOUT REMORSE
I AM SORRY FOR THIS SHITTY POEM

DRUNK SONNET 56

IF I AM NOT A HEART ATTACK
THEN I AM A SHARK ATTACK
I JUST BIT SOME LEG OFF
OF I DON'T KNOW WHAT

I LIVE MY LIFE LIKE I EAT MY BURRITOS
WITHOUT REMORSE, WITH HEART, LIKE A SHARK
ATTACKING A BUILDING IN THE SKY OF THE OCEAN
THE ONE THAT EXISTS FOR MOMENTS LIKE THESE

WHERE THE SPINNING IS NOT DISEASE
WHERE THE CHAMBERS OF THE HEART
ARE ALL FILLED WITH N64 CONSOLES

AND MY VEINS ARE THE N64 GAMING SYSTEM
I CANNOT BE CONSOLED RIGHT NOW
I AM IN GOLDENEYE. I CARRY THE GOLDEN GUN

DRUNK SONNET 55

I NEVER PLANNED ON DYING
BUT I KNOW PEOPLE WHO ARE
WHAT I MEAN, IS I AM GOING
TO SOME FUNERALS SOON

TODAY I WATCHED A KID PUNCH SPIDERS
INTO A WALL AND SMASH THEM TO DEATH
HE WAS LAUGHING. I LISTENED TO HIS FISTS
SMASH AGAINST THE WALL. I JUST WATCHED

HIS STEP-DAD ONCE THREW A JAR OF SPIDERS
INTO HIS BED. HE WAS FIVE.
SPIDERS TERRIFY HIM

ANOTHER OF HIS STEP-DADS PUT TURDS
IN HIS BED. HE WAS A LITTLE OLDER
I DON'T KNOW IF HE'S AFRAID OF TURDS

DRUNK SONNET 54

I AM A HEARTLESS HEART THAN CANNOT POSSIBLY LOVE. EVER
WHEN I LOOK AT THE HORIZON IT IS ALL CLUTTER
I CANNOT SEE ABOVE THE MESS, THE TREES, THE HOUSES
EVEN THE SKY LOOKS MESSY AROUND HERE

IF I MELTED ONTO THE SIDEWALK, IT WOULD GO UNNOTICED
HAVE YOU SEEN ME MELTED? IT'S A LITTLE BIT MESSY, BUT GOOD
ONE TIME I WATCHED YOU SLEEP, AND I FELL ASLEEP
ONE TIME I GOT ANGRY, AND MY HEART EXPLODED

THEN I DIDN'T HAVE A HEART
WHAT WAS I TO DO?
I DID NOTHING

I SHOULD'VE LOOKED FOR MY HEART
I SHOULD'VE SAT ON THE BRIDGE
I SMOKED A LOT OF CIGARETTES. THAT WAS IT

ASSHOLE BLOOD LICKING POEM

I WANT TO DRAG MY ASS ACROSS YOUR TONGUE
LIKE YOUR TONGUE IS THE FLOOR,
WHICH IT IS,
BECAUSE I CUT OFF YOUR TONGUE
AND NAILED YOUR TONGUE TO THE FLOOR,

AND THE ONLY WORDS YOUR CAN TONGUE CAN REMEMBER
HOW TO PRONOUNCE ARE "I AM LICKING YOUR ASSHOLE
I AM LICKING YOUR ASSHOLE." AND MY ASSHOLE IS BLEEDING ON YOUR TONGUE
AS IT DRAGS ACROSS THE EDGES OF THE NAIL STUCK IN YOUR TONGUE,
AND YOUR TONGUE IS TASTING MY BLOOD, TASTING WHAT KEEPS ME ALIVE,
WHICH I HAVE WANTED YOU TO TASTE FOR THE LONGEST TIME.

I SAW YOUR FRIEND ON THE SIDEWALK
AND MY STOMACH DROPPED
BECAUSE I SAW YOU THERE
UNDER THE DRIZZLE AND THE LIGHT
AND I REMEMBERED YOUR TOUCH
WHEN WE USED TO WALK DOWN THE STREET
WITH THE REST OF THEM.

YOU DRESSED YOURSELF AS AN ANGEL
AND LONGED FOR A BACK LITE HALO.
COUNTING THE CRACKS IN THE SIDEWALK
MOVING WITHOUT INTERRUPTING ANYTHING
EVER SO CAREFUL TO LEAVE EVERYTHING
LIKE IT WAS FOUND IN THE FIRST PLACE.
MAYBE YOU HAD THE UNDERSTOOD KNOWLEDGE
THAT NOTHING COULD BE CHANGED ANYWAYS.
THAT EVERYONE ONLY SAW THEMSELVES
IN THE THINGS THEY TOUCHED
AND THE NARCISSISM HAD GROWN
OUT OF CONTROL.

I KNEW THE SAME I SUPPOSE.
PEOPLE LONGED FOR PERFECTION.
IN THEIR ACTIONS, THOUGHTS, RELATIONSHIPS
WITH OTHERS.
WITHIN THE SUFFERING OF THE NARCISSISTS
BUBBLE THERE IS A SHARED EMOTION
WHICH CAN THEN BE FELT OR THROWN TO THE SIDE.

"THAT BUBBLE IS THE MOST TORTUROUS PLACE YOU CAN DWELL", I SAID.
YOU SAID NOTHING AND WONDERED
WHAT WAS WRONG.
AND WHEN I BROKE DOWN YOU DIDN'T KNOW
WHAT TO DO.
WE WERE ON THE STREET, TEARS IN MY EYES,
ANGUISH AND APATHY ON MY TONGUE.

I COULDN'T SEE YOU.
THE CLOUD WAS TOO THICK.
I TOOK IT ALL IN, ALL THE TIME.
EVERYTHING
I TRIED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I FELT
AND IT WAS NO GOOD.
THER WAS AN ANSWER, ALWAYS, ALWAYS THE SAME.
IT'S NOT WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR
I WAS MAD YOU SEE
CRAZED, MISUNDERSTOOD.
THE ANGELS AND THE DEVILS FOUGHT
ABOVE ME, AND THE SOUND WAS OVERWHELMING.
THERE WAS NO WAY TO CALM THEM.

YOU LEFT A NOTE,
PAGES OF WHY YOU LOVED ME
AND AS I STOOD ON THE STREET
AT YOUR FRIENDS FACE, THER WAS NOTHING TO DO
AGAIN, BUT
PUT MY EYES DOWN TO THE GUTTER
AND WATCH OTHER PEOPLES WORDS
GO DOWN THE DRAIN.