I sat at the bar
tearing life jackets
off my pitiful thoughts, and
flooded their tenement homes
with 2 for 1 beers.
I could hear
the little boogers
gurgling and gulping,
from maniacal screams
to deep-swamp silence.
Raised my hand to the bar maid,
“pour another!”
“pour one for all the ones
you poured before!”
“pour one for everybody!”
poor me...
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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7 comments:
oh yes, poor me . . . sometimes i get lost in shots . . . er, thoughts.
Wow Pat!
tearing life jackets
off my pitiful thoughts
What a talent!
at least it wasn't paw me :)
this sounds familiar
you sure i wasn't there
very evocative piece
(thanks for the visit )
cheers
that bad, hah?
excellent read, as always.
Good job. Sinking thoughts in silence.
Thanks everybody!
the next morning was always worse than that one!
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