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Notes On Four Bottles Of Wine A Stray Dog And A Bloodied Shirt (abridged) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Oh Mama I've been drinkin' and I have no mercy in my soul; I am tired, yes sick and tired of making s'cuses for this world, they don't need me won't let them feed me if someone's stupid then by gods they're stupid and I ain't going to carry them no more. Eating gas station food not wanting to go home, there is no suffrage in my heart for another mirror that can't shoot back, chicken scratches on my arm, my skin grabs images shorthand supplications like parchment sucking ink, tiny tracks around the tracks of thought to save this brilliance this pale stupidity this cold clarity this pile of dreck and quips I will have to know tomorrow to wake claiming as my own, social slips and chips Wheat Thins and Cheese Nips, I passed on Slim Jim's ya know a man has to accept his limitations, gargling hope drinking wine opened like a pro two taps on the curb, I think it had a cork until the neck broke and I wisely let the glass chips flow, guess I forgot about screw caps. Am I this creature this drunken wraith? Holes in my clothes still look new to me, silly world sailing by like oil tankers leaking pride no prayers are gonna save those boats on these streets. Oh well no faith I've known keeps me afloat; I note I am beside myself, schizophrenic replicants joined at the casual righteous flip of a single joyous bird moving in reflections on the hard plate of my soul, choreographic madness like Rockettes at Christmastime.... I'm eating deep fried bacon rinds, sharing with a mongrel dog just wandered by, and getting set to vomit, not sure if that's allowed, this is not my best face turned most pale and bleary frozen awkward in self-embrace waving to the white po'leece, can't remember are they're friends or relatives, but they waive back and smile and all the while I keep gurning to the crowd, hell all of life is relative I think someone taught me that.... Why did no one ever cut their lips on bottles in movies I watched when I was still a kid? How did I land here? I know this isn't Roswell. I should not buy wine by the case and expect to get away in one piece, I always end up in trouble darlin' and I have no place safe to go. It is too easy for me, to slip into the wastrel life I crave so much, gentle touch of madness, teasing muse of last remaining refuge that offers me such bargains, a world of sullen terms, a bag of buttons, Devil's barter washed in welcome waters of numbing wasted wantonness.... ©2008 by icebox |
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simon Member
since 2008-01-14
Posts 440London, England |
Enjoyed very much. Very powerful, poetic blues... |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Charly Heartbreaking |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh well no faith I've known keeps me afloat; I note I am beside myself, schizophrenic replicants joined at the casual righteous flip of a single joyous bird moving in reflections on the hard plate of my soul, choreographic madness like Rockettes at Christmastime.... Whenever I will see a drunk in the future, I will be reminded of this extraordinary poem and I will think "he is a relative too". It is mind-boggling and devastatingly sad. love, Margherita |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Yes, poetic blues, very nicely written and so common to so many... |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Icebox, I can't help but feel a great sense of sadness when I read your poem. I can only wish you well and hope that your future is kinder than your past. Keep your chin up old mate and I'll be thinking of you. Lindsay |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
Oh my ! How I love this! It felt like... like... coming home. (((icebox))) I love you, man. ::smiles:: |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Very Much Enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
"How did I land here? I know this isn't Roswell." love it. When I was a very small child I lived in Roswell and still remember all the excitement among the locals over the "flying saucer" and my father attempting to drive out to the sight. of course the military was all over the place and wouldn't let us anywhere near it. Your poem made me think of it again. Ida |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
Oh Mama I've been drinkin' and I have no mercy in my soul; I am tired, yes sick and tired of making s'cuses for this world, they don't need me won't let them feed me if someone's stupid then by gods they're stupid and I ain't going to carry them no more." How could one read this brilliant opening and not continue to follow the brilliance through the rest? Powerful, deep, thought-provoking, wondrous - this is all of those. It pulls one in and makes you want to know what is next. You get that Standing O from me, sir.  ~Caroline~ |
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tonyV Junior Member
since 2008-01-14
Posts 36 |
Wow, just wow. I couldn't stop reading and didn't want it to end. |
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