Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Effects of Classic Literature on the Young, A Poem

     I read "Trinity" by Leon Uris when I was 16 or something.
                The most significant piece of information I gleaned from my reading experience with that book was that my ancestors used to drink ether.
              Well, being a fairly resourceful young fellow.....
     It so happened that I had a quart of ether in my aunts freezer.
           I will never tell you why.
    I was curious, as I still am, yet, no longer am I as stupid like I may have occasionally have been then.
                        I got a pint out and poured a shot and drank it.
      I had another.
    Then the very fabric of the planet changed into a long yellow wobbly thread that I was riding like it was a Wild Rhino.
 It was a pretty fucking special feeling, I promise you..
 After that, I only drank ether on special occasions.
    I have a friend who used to shoot it, behind DMT and a Methedrine mix because it was too weird to stay on top.
 He now works with the mentally ill.
 I wish I'd known how to work that, it might have made me whole.
I should never have been dragged away from my people.
       Later, I read some Hunter Thompson and he copped to having some fun with it, too.
Ether.
Be careful.
It's not exactly friendly.
     Balls are in order, no doubt about it.
   Hunter had a big Fucking British Motorcycle he rode the California Coast Highway on too..
      Of course, he was a crazy motherfucker...
              I think Thompson is an Irish name.
  We would have had a lot of fun together, is what I also think.
 Maybe we passed each other.
 I don't know.
              We had a lot of fun apart, anyway.

1 comment:

  1. I have partaken of some particularly evil poteen. Smuggled in from Ireland in those little SodaStream bottles.

    It was clear. Like vodka. And no pungent odour to it, as I recall. But my nose was never good, even in those days.

    I kept it in the place where I worked, and snuck a shot or two before I left in the evening. I would be half way down the road - on the way to the bar - before I came to my senses. Completely sober, and only the faintest recollection of travelling from a to b.

    It was interesting stuff.

    It is good stuff, for sure, somebody from Dublin told me years later, if it doesn't turn you blind.

    That is the Litmus test.

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