That period again, the yuletide! Periods to retro twist your mind. Sober reflections, oh I must mention… the highs and lows, success… sorrows. I made the best of my Christmas day… an opportunity, I reckon, to sleep… or play.
Then came, the call… time for the mall. Great fun for all… was thrilled for sure.
I lodged in a grand hotel in style, to cap the daylong freaky miles. Time for some snacks and drinks; unwind… straight to the pool I went… reclined. Now alone, mind-boggling zone, my head tries retro-life bemoan. I fight it off with tricks I mustered, more drinks, more drinks… Oh what a cluster.
Made hurried friends to quench the drench, loneliness, I guess might be the trench. It worked… For a while, drinks, jokes and smiles… then came rainfall, all ran…the hall. The session continues… unperturbed, gibbering rubbish… Booboo galore. CNN reports from a tube above… seem quite so far, ‘cohol filled curve.
The news! The news! ! Oh yes the news… Kept blaring in my ears… enthused. I turned to stare with awesome glare… Message of hope… beyond compare.
Now I’m glued, to the newfound tube… contrasting news leaves me confused. Gradually I listened in, my eyes and ears in disbelieve… What news? What news? ? … You may enthuse; I leave your mind and thoughts to rouse.
So wrapped, I starred in space, transfixed… was set adrift on memory bliss. That force, that thing that led to drinks… hits me with ease, I can’t resist. The gist and jokes now seem so far… bewildered, a sultry world apart. Pictures unfold in space with ease… memories indeed, are made of these.
I saw the good, bad, ugly and sad… Uuuuh, it made me feel so glad. To think I’ve made it well this far… hmmm, oh what a past I’ve had. It’s been so long… my devious self, I saw so clear, could touch and shelf. The “naughties”, the tricks… Deceitful spree… the “girl shy” tags… Giggles attack
Adrift I went in search for more… my past unfolds, just can’t repose. Oh wait! ! ! Did I just say “girl shy”? ? ? … That tickles my funny bones to cry. Get this; my love life I despise… it makes me moan and grin with fright… You know, half here, half there…to share? ? ? Ok, I’ll let you in… don’t flare!
I sink deep down my seat; with ease… a sip could wet my wholesome feel. My first love thrills rewound, revealed. This makes for awesome love retreat. Where do I start? So much to say, my first love maze… before my face… “YOUR MALT DRINK SIR! ! ! ” Waiter exclaimed… he jerks me back to life again.
continues in 'The mind drift'.
nice... tiny bit evasive as to how things are taking place and when something changes... but the words flow beautifully the character seems to be a thoughtful person and im kinda jealous of his apparently eventful life. i would love to see more how alchohol and the character and YOU relate... is this a window to your lifestyle, is this a window to your ideal or does this show what your afraid of.... my tutor always says: 'every good story is actually an autobiography'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an amazing poem. I was taken in by it. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. A very brilliant poem!