How You Doin?

olderman
olderman Posts: 1,765
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Watch is it what is it
Wash it clean
Weal is it wean?

Meld sins clicked
Mashed pins flickered
Meals in tin buckets

Scotch is King,

I’d rather have
Bombay Sapphire

I’d rather be a part
Enveloped in your heart
Within your tightened flames
Quick pulses of must,

A just

and perilous shining flight

So sweet
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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  • blueintheface
    blueintheface Posts: 153
    this poem has great movement. it's so quick until the end and then it stops you dead.
    "be a philosopher but, amid all your philosophy, be first a man" - david hume

    Mitch Hedberg- RIP 1968-2005. your jokes have laughed me through a lot. I thank you.

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