that trusted liquid
takes its toll
carries my thoughts
away.
to places i've been
and should never have gone
to the junkies
and gays
on TV
its a sad world out there
spending money on drugs
and vanity.
i think of small animals
how they resemble
curious women,
my head
in my hands
examining the checkered
pattern on my shirt-
numb.
like the dime-sized
droplet of wine
left alone
in my
glass.
Can resonate with this flow of consciousness- the checked shirt a moment observed becomes the metaphor and flows into the glass- feel the thinking at work -thanks
First: love the title! Second is I love the poem. It moves along calmly until you put in one of your Jonny-isms about the animals that look like curious women, and this takes it to that new level! ! ! Just that line elevates the poem from good to great. I like the checkered shirt too. Scotty loves aything visual Did I just go 3rd person? Hell yes I did! Good one Jon! S
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't dig checker patterns, just never been my style of clothing haha. But man, in all seriousness this is another really good one. Write on!