& Easy Women
I made
an unsteadyclimb up
the rocks
and peered
over the rim
of my glass.
We had
been downat the bottom
for three pours
so my self-loathing
couldn’t make
the ascent.
The night’s
menu seemedto be mostly
day old tarts
and a few
tomatoes
that still needed
some time
on the vine.
It shouldn’t
take more thana couple rounds
and a half dozen
lies before
my self-loathing
has a new partner
in crying.
SMG
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7 comments:
Oh my god, Steven. You made my heart sink with this one.
eden
Misery loves company...especially when your rock climbing in a glass. Love the title...can't help but get a bluesy vibe going on...and while the write is sad...there's a tone to the piece that tells me the writer will enjoy the moment, wallow in some self-pity...and move on to the next
me and scotch are great buddies.Even through the tears.I think one of the most powerful sounds is Scotch pouring into a glass.
well dinner sounds atrocious so you will probably need twice as much...and i dont know that will make you feel any better.
blog hit.
love how you capture emotions steve...stripped bare of the wrappers they usually hide behind..
Ace poem, I sat and read it and then couldn't help but let my eyes wander to the hipflask on my bedside cabinet.
Very impressive poem.
My offering:
http://www.poemsofhateandhope.com/index.html
the first stanza was attention grabbing and the rest followed suit.
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