- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Fool in Alcoholic Haze
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Click hereAlone on the porch,
look up at the sky
as the rain hits my eyes,
and the drink in my hand
lets me draw up the barrier
and pretend I won't listen
in my head, when tomorrow comes.
Drown out the airplanes,
drown out the inch-long, loud,
seventeen-year black bugs,
with another shot,
and another and another,
while lightning speckles my sight.
Feel words creep up my spine,
from that well deep inside,
where I keep precious phrases
like "You shouldn't have been born"
or "I will hurt you if you ever tell"
in stagnant pools,
like the disgusting water
in the patina birdbath.
Pick out another cicada
from the drink in my hand,
and down it quickly.
Tears well, evaporate,
get lodged in my throat, again.
But we all now know,
all my words are just
lifeless fodder among the many
that litter my past
with a sorrow
that means nothing.
So, down the drink,
and pull him into bed,
because this too is all I have.
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoA temporary release from the pain as a rain storm rages unabated.
tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago...is really good, dream. The last stanza is potent, and perfect.
jthserraalmost 20 years agothe cicadas falling into the drink, one after another, portrays the recurring pain you speak of. This poem hurts and the last stanza is an incredible moan:
"So, down the drink,
and pull him into bed,
because this too is all I have."
So bleak, so powerfully presented. This is poetry... well done.
jim : )
Tathagataalmost 20 years agobubble up
the best thing to do with these memories and feelings is expose them to light.
It takes a lot of courage, but it weakens them...trust me...they dont seem so strong after a while.
and excellent poem, an honest poem
Thank you for sharing this
I hope we can help
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agoI feel this real deep. Been here, lived this.
Feel words creep up my spine,
from that well deep inside,
where I keep precious phrases
like "You shouldn't have been born"
or "I will hurt you if you ever tell"
in stagnant pools,
like the disgusting water
in the patina birdbath.
Brilliant portrait. Write it out, girl. And keep coming back!
