Bender Found
lost dance, somewhere in the
bottom of a bottle yet unopened lies the
rhythm that was washed away by
the cruel torrent of reality. as I sustain the
bender for another day, another week, or year even, I’m
struggling to kindle the old fires of passion, of when the
page was ravished nightly by the mad dance on the
keyboard that saw too many of them ruined
and tossed into the common yard of the apartment complex. the insanity
of years-long benders, where sanity was maintained by puffs from
glass pipes and inhalations from burning spoons. nothing
happens, I just get drunk, pass out, kill the hangover with a
rum/vodka/orange concoction, and move to
coffee, trying to edit the lines of inebriation hoping to
find the gems amidst the steaming pile of shit. nothing’s
there, with insanity gone I have
nowhere to go except for down, to the
place modern writers sit, sip Starbucks caramel coffee and talk about
character progression, diversity, inclusivity, and stuff like
that. I once almost punched a classmate in a college class for
trying to overanalyze Hem’s stories. it’s all about rediscovering
the desire to walk near the edge, to drink haphazardly until
you can’t even tell on which side of the canyon you’re on.
©2023 George Gad Economou All rights reserved.
Currently residing in Greece, George Gad Economou has a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and is the author of Letters to S. (Storylandia), Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds (Adelaide Books), and Of the Riverside (Anxiety Press). His words have also appeared, amongst other places, in Spillwords Press, Ariel Chart, Cajun Mutt Press, Fixator Press, Outcast Press, The Piker Press, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine.