- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Life Moves On
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Click hereslam down that glass of liquid happy
another round
celebrating
what I don't know
why I can't say
but it beats the hard heat
of summers day
and memories that play
sad country music
sang in voice smooth
liquid, sounds that tug
at, the time she sat,
fuck that
pour me another,
mask the stench
perfume on unwashed flesh
a masquerade
try to feel the better days
or at least damp the fire
pour me another
imbibe the inebriation
like masturbation
sure feels good
but you're only fucking your
mind with another round
drown out all but the sound
of a man and the silky strum
the tones of his voice
through the haze of smoke
that I haven't done in years
and damn it feels good
twisted cough, a knife in my lungs
the head spins roll out
I can imagine you through the
smoky wisps of.....
pour me another the bottom
of my glass is mocking me
daring me to have some more
to forget
why I was here in the first place
why was I here,
pour me another tender bar tender
stroke my mind with lotus leaf, delete
the repeating thoughts of
pour me another
wee's a celebrashin
- COMMENTS
Matryoshkaalmost 10 years agoAmazing how when we drink to forget all it does is weaken the lock that keeps the memories at bay. And the rosy glow that accompanies a few lighthearted brews is turned into grey fog when memories are involved.
Love how the word groupings are unpredictable, unstable like thoughts tasting a bit too much JD.
Tsothaalmost 10 years agoWell. Drinking doesn't make me forget, and I've always wondered why. And, since I don't forget, you'd think I'd have learned not to drink, by now.
These lines:
celebrating
what I don't know
why I can't say
Notice that the can be read two different ways:
celebrating
what? I don't know
Why? I can't say
or
celebrating what I don't know,
and why I can't say.
Oldbear63over 10 years agoReally liked the way thoughts were interrupted without hurting the flow. Sad on several levels.
UnderYourSpellover 10 years agoTrouble is when you hide in a bottle all you get is memories dulled for a while, an almighty headache and an empty pocket.
Maria2394over 10 years agoI would have given this one a big, green E! Excellent entertainment, Todski!
