Tom Priestley


Booze Is A Symphony - Poem by Tom Priestley

I feel that old magic
That old surge of emotions
The gods shield has left me
the toughness that I gained
In the right time
and in the right place has been lost
Strip it down
Paint in black and white
Don't write like the others
Just write like yourself
That's what I hear
But myself was left in the bar
Waiting for a barmaid
To get her shit together and take me home
To her shared flat full of dreamers
and cheap booze
Where the rent is always needed
and a person becomes obsolete
That old magic ceases in those moments
That adventure of the empty page is wasted
on some bumbling view of the world
While sharing a joint and talking to strangers
Who say I have the right vies but not the same opinions
I should have stayed in that bar
With the drunks
And the rotting animals of the dark wind
Rather than here
Feeling that old magic
and having nothing to say

Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism, poem

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016



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