Everyday picture poem

A heap of trash
All bundled tight
Where did it come from?
Was it last night?
Was it at the party?
There was a lot of Budlight
I cant quiet remember
Its out of my sight
The night started early
We ran out of beer
Made a personal call
The whole party cheered
Soon there was whiskey
Off came the tops
Drunk girls got frisky
And i ran from the cops
Now I'm out rollin'
Arizona bound
This car might be stolen
Hey now its found
White and red wrapper catches my eye
Hello cigarettes, ready to fry?
Light that s*** up
Look to my hand
There's a red and white cup
Vibrating to the band

Personal Picture Poem

Smiles are fading
minds deflating
visions and trips
sanity slips
all my dreams
just lies and schemes
lying in bed
comfortably dead
this mind numbing fear
i can hardly bear
trapped in isolation
sober depravation
this chaotic edge
pushes me to the ledge
lights seem dimming
thoughts all spinning
just fall back in
and let the trip begin

Favorite Holiday

the room is full of stumbling people

a red plastic cup suits half full in my left hand

vibrant frayed helmets scattered across the room

white smiles and half dazed gazes

the ticking circle holds anxious glares

hundreds of voices chanting

someones haunched shaking over the toilet

laying slumped behind the couch

never made it all the way

bottles will be emptied

cups will topple over

the partys just begun