I've been to this place called suicide--trying to drink myself out of this earth. Your poem captures that moment with the bombinating inside your skill, seeing three or you and indentifying with a crab crawling from the sea.

Great write! I can feel the pounding. Or perhaps it's throbbing. lol

This could be a bad dream, but feels so real. Phew, you certainly had me. I don't know how I missed this one.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

ominous on the ritide of velvet colition. .. . you always could conjure breathy visions of depth, dark/murky or light.gossamer....made me feel tipsy and [dare i say it] turgid. . .as if i was wavering, undulating within the hypnotic state of affairs, of midns, of events coming to a cose, to a climax, to a cause---with such effect. .. clawing tis way onto shore, and being dragged out to sea by such a ink filled creature.
crazygood.
ness

Comment: Whew! Don't do that again anytime soon! This sounds just tooooo real for me!

demon rum has had a run you at my friend -- just as it has at most of us from time to unreasonable time -- not sots -- just silly folk that didn't know when to say, not, on a particular evening -- occasional over indulgence is a fact of human existence -- sensical things seem to be unclear periodically -- I,ve been there once or twice myself -- what a stinking little place to visit -- hanoverville -- great write my friend -- you've said it well, 'til I felt the pain myself -- JMW

You make me root passionately for the apathetic-- bleary-eyed illusions brought vividly into focus... great write, Gene --Charlie

Oh my heavens,what a write... well done sweetie...remember you always have me always sweet Gene...great big Hugsssss coming your way ,much love too you also sweet Gene xoxoxoox

Gene, this has the surreal quality of a Dali and indeed the title fits right in; all in all, a weird and wonderful hangover but I respectfully object to 'dissolute personality' - never so when it comes to you.
John

Like an interview with P.K. Dick channeling Dr. Johnson! Loved it! Take care of yourself, Gene--at the basest level, we all need to read more of your stuff...

I've tried about five times and failed myself. Not sure if the feelings that go with failing or the actual attempt is what saddens me sometimes. Great write as always.

Gene, has the scotch reached down and pulled the demons out you... like writers don't have enough demons...Great read always Gene

Oh my friend, this was written with so much talent from a man that can lift one to the stars and back again. I sure hope you've just dug realllllll deep down on this one. Love you Gene...Bonnie

Gene,

This has a sinking, desperate kind of feel to it -- pray this isn't your reality. As Karen (below) said, suicide is so - final.

If you succeed, your problems are over, but those left behinds' are just beginning.

If unsuccessful, you may be left with lifelong repercussion and disability, worse off than you were before.

Powerfully penned cry for help with terrifying imagery and word choices (hebetude, bombinating, bibulous, crapulous: self destructive pattern emerging?).

((((HUGS)))) love and prayer, Karla.

Gene,

Please don't think of ever killing yourself; it isn't worth it. I know; I've wanted to commit suicide before, and it only made me miserable. Besides, I would only end up hurting the ones I left behind; and once I did it, I couldn't come back. Suicide is so--final. Guess God had His hand on me back in my dark days; thank God those dark days are gone, and I've now seen the Light! Because of Him, I have hope, and I go on, relying on Him; that's what gets me through. I will pray for you, (((Gene)))!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <

Shattering write!

Those words...words like "hebetude,"bombinating," "bibulous," and "crapulous," are what make this write as interesting as your title, Gene! You are one of a kind...and that's a good thing!

Wow this gave me the chills Gene, as I pray no has to look back today at what could have been. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Gene

Great write, I could feel the desperation in your cries.

Mary