Open Poetry #40 |
Al four point two |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
He wore a dirty rag And drank from an old brown bag That held a bottle of gin, As he stumbled down the street On tired festering feet (Couldn’t feel their condition). His reflection of the window Darkened by the shadow Allowed him to see his form; Red eyes in a creased face, Just a fleshy rag from no place; A man well used and over worn. He drank the last swallow From his cheep gin bottle Then with it Smashed the window Then done it Returned to shadow. Gloom |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
This is good gloomy. so good and well said. I got the picture. and this is wonderful poem. but this is tooo much. so very dark. enjoyed beautiful dark poem again. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A good write to discourage drinking...James |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I've smashed a reflection a time or two myself |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
He wore a dirty rag And drank from an old brown bag That held a bottle of gin, As he stumbled down the street On tired festering feet (Couldn’t feel their condition). I've seen too much of this myself and the damage it causes to more than just the one drinking~~ good to read your gloominess... M |
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