DRUNK ALMOST INSIGHT

when i drank
the
night
sky
was a painting 
almost speaking 
in 
whorls of bruised code

gods absence was there 
tangible
in
kneading fingers like a stress toy
and 
the 
pointed stars were there 
pinched oblivions 
of 
promise and xmas

another drink 
would decipher 
the
quiet talk of brush stroke smears
into 
universal-calm

or 
the nothingness-terror
of
great
and
hungry
holes

 

Drunk by Billy Childish Oil Painting 1997 www.stuckism.com