I feel
antsy.
No.
I feel ants
under
my skin.
They come out
when I’m
sober,
and they
run over
my arms
where the veins
should be,
burying
themselves
inside of me.
I can’t
sit still,
knowing that
they’re in there,
turning me
into a
human
ant hill.
I need to
move.
No.
I need a
drink.
Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon. View more posts
Yeah been there. Sucks. We call it “the creepy crawlies” in my house. It definitely feels like shit crawling under your skin.
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creepy crawlies work too. fuck em
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Picture of the ant is awesome.
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thank you, Joseph
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unfortunately, very recogniseable. good work!
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thanks Dale. cheers
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i love the immediacy of your writing… you capture things in so few words… i think i’ve had that educated out of me…
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hahah guess that just shows that im not very educated … but thanks again
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not at all… just i think doing an english degree fucks you up as a writer
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ha, the fucking irony of that. guess i shouldn’t go back to school
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I writhed in bed for four fucking days before I couldn’t take it anymore, and finally called the ambulance. Yeah, coming off alcohol really sucks! Hope I don’t do that again.
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damn. true. i guess ill probably be there one day, but id rather not think about it right now
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That’s why I drink really slowly.. sip by sip.. the fun never ends…
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hell ya.. keep the buzz rolling
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good luck in your struggle
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thank you, ill need it
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Excellent poem lou. Tubularsock know aspects of what you speak and has no judgment with people’s life adventures.
But drinking Drano gets you where you are headed quicker than bottle by bottle.
That is why Tubularsock suggests the Subline lyrics for a new direction:
“I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joint at night
I smoke two joint in the afternoon
It makes me feel alright”
BUT, to each their own and happy trails.
Love your work. Very well executed and powerful!
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first: thank you, im glad you enjoyed it. second: hahaha damn. i wasnt really thinking about jumping straight to the Drano, but thanks for the suggestion. third: fuck ya weed. definitely smoking dope between drinks… thanks for the comment Tubularsock
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Well smoking the weed between neat shots of Wild Turkey Single Barrel Tubularsock can get behind. Cheers!
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Sex can take your mind of it temporarily – apparently.
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yes it can… i just need to get some first
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Sorry man! Sounds miserable
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it got better. no worries. thanks tho
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metaphor for cravings?
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ya.. maybe a little dramatic i guess
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Not enough, my friend. Go further. Heck, the damn thing’s good enough. Word play is sick.
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shit, well alright. next one goes further. thanks
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Move. Get up and start walking.
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yes sir
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This sounds like meth withdrawal. Nice description!
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hah, ya im not a meth head tho.. might have just taken this one too far
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Ants under the skin, ugh I can almost feel it
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wicked. that makes me happy. thanks for reading
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This reminds me.
I saw an ANT at my gym last night.
Anyway… here’s the story.
Ants can lift 6 times their own weight,
so I guess that makes them the only true super-humans.
Despite their tremendous, super-human strength,
they are rude at the gym.
They get their sweat all over the machines.
They never put their weights back on the racks.
They like to sit and text on their cell phones,
when you are clearly waiting to work in on the machine.
They also like to “hog” 2 machines by thinking that if
they leave a shirt or other article on a machine, when they
go to use another machine this somehow reserves the first
machine for them?!
When you just want one tiny sip at the drinking fountain,
they pretend not to notice you as they fill their 2 liter
water bottle.I’m pretty sure they are responsible for there
always being at least one “out of order” sign up in the bathroom
at all times and it taking a minimum of 3 days for anyone to
do anything about it.
They like to occupy the only squat rack in the facility
and then do squats with no weight on the bar! I asked one
to “spot” for me and when I dropped the weights
I never saw him again!!
Anyway, what were we talking about?
Yeah, ants.
Did you know they can lift 6 times their own weight?
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fucking ants, man. no respect. thank you for this story, though, i didn’t know that they could lift 6 times their weight
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Excellent and disturbingly true.
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thank you very much
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😉
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This is dramatically provocative! Such few words and a whole story.. great writing… Cheers!
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thank you very much
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