Whidbey (part I)

chadwick

Bottle cork
a simple port
corkscrew
not today
just mangling stoppers
spewing up bark like material
as if a rotten tree logging operation

But I was steady
I was long
I was efficient
even in the rain

Then
the small man

A frail gentleman
but by no means weak
he was as mighty as a horse 17 hands high
to the teeth a work mule of sorts
4 foot nothing from Sunday
98 pounds soaking wet
lived among drained vodka bottles
and old mariner poppy red rooms
where triangles crossed with 13 days gone
and seasick strippers bringing it home

To be continued…

StillHere

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chad
its always good and sometimes even better...

this is even better :thumbup:

acrossssSsssshittt

"lived among drained vodka bottles
and old mariner poppy red rooms
where triangles crossed with 13 days gone
and seasick strippers bringing it home "

i'm wonderin if this frail gentleman's a mariner himself... no matter the state of a mariner, his very existence is.... romantic

prism

acrossOceans wrote:

"lived among drained vodka bottles
and old mariner poppy red rooms
where triangles crossed with 13 days gone
and seasick strippers bringing it home "

i'm wonderin if this frail gentleman's a mariner himself... no matter the state of a mariner, his very existence is.... romantic

good writing...

it conjures up images of the opium dens down along the waterfront around these parts....waay back a hundred + years ago or so