Half Past A Headache Poem by Martin O'Neill
Half Past A Headache
Uncork the bottle and pour me a drink
A long one
A strong one
I don't want to think
Ethanol, methanol, I really don't care,
Don't store it
Just pour it
Let's shave the dog's hair
A curse from the rim of a beaker of rum
Or handbags
And gladrags
With a bottle of Mumm
A thimble of whiskey, a gallon of wine
A tall one
A small one
Just please don't call time
A girl in the corner, her red hair a mess
Dirt marks
From car parks
On a green viscose dress
Ear-bending strangers in oak panelled bars
Are crying
And lying
In a haze of cigars
The bartender's towel, coming loose at the seams
Wipes beers
And salt tears
From a bar soaked in dreams
Outside the rain falls, a soft veil that hides
The flotsam
And jetsam
On the edge of life's tide.
Pour me a Guinness and paint me a smile I'm sitting here reading your poetry awhile.
You set a pace and a tempo in this poem that goes just perfectly with the theme, the rhymes, with everything! Really nice! !
You've captured the unexpected beauty of things in life that shouldn't be; without ever asking why, and that is something this universe badly needed, so thank you. For this.
You portray images as clear as crystal, I'm very impressed with this poem
This has the strong feel of reality flowing all through it; good writing.
A lovely, rhyming, rhythmic verse here that tell the story of the drinking man and woman and even though I don't, I get the picture loud and clear
Wow, I just read this again and it's a marvel of craftmanship..The unusual rhyme scheme is the icing on this one..does it justice in every way. ;) Sorta made me wish I was the barfly type, just so I could soak up some of that atmosphere!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love the structure of this, and the observational tone in which you write it. You paint a vivid picture.